When I meet a monk…


When I meet a monk,
I bow politely.
When I see a Buddha,
I don’t.

If I bow to a Buddha,
the Buddha won’t know.
But I honor a monk:
he’s here now, apparently,
or, at least, he seems to be.

Yuan Mei

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