(by Daniel R. Jones)
There once was a prophet who spent his life collecting his thoughts.
When he finally went to clear his throat, it came out as a death rattle.
He stormed to heaven’s gates, incredulous; he’d never said his piece.
“You said what you came to say,” said the Lord. “The message was clear.”
2 thoughts on “Koan (poem)”
That was perfect. Good word. The time is now. Excellent point.
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Thank you for your kind words!