October 31^st, 2022

When the one of Tao left the mountain,
The mountain turned as gray as ashes;
The white clouds hid away their smiles,
And the blue pines were filled with grief.
Suddenly came news of the one of Tao’s return,
And bird’s song burst open the mountain valleys.
A divine light radiates from his precious temple,
And a dharma rain washes away the swirling dust.