October 20^th, 2024

Everything is quiet, and the night is clear:
The perfect time to raise from your pillow
And cultivate your mind.

The shadow of a cold lonely lamp
On the pine window,
The sound of leaves falling
In the windy yard, and
The birds flitting
By the door are the friends
Of my calm heart.

After long wandering, I settled
At Hongryun Temple;
The splendor of the world
Weighs less than a grain of straw.