"the fisherman..." by Gina Affatato
he thought tired was his woes
spending time amongst the heavens
have a little gold in his heart
what’s a nap though if weary wears him down
perhaps he thought… to spend a little time fishing
“I do not have any bait”… he muttered to himself
Shall I sit on the bridge and hum to myself…singing his thoughts in cheers
One of the sage’s student’s then came along
Asked,” won’t you teach me out of your grand book?”
“surely I could, but surely I will not,” the sage calmly told the youngun…
The old sage contemplated for a minute…taking in the boy’s confusion and said…
“ come now…come sit with the old man and I shall surely whisper you a secret”…
Wind blew and the sunlight cascaded on the river in smiles
“What’s the secret…please tell me the secret,” asked the boy
And the sage whispered in his ear,” just fish my boy… that’s all you got to do is just be.”
by Gina Affatato
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