January 17^th, 2021

At Po-shan Monastery

Clear dawn enters the ancient temple.
First sun brightens lofty grove.
Winding paths: lead off toward secret places.
Chan chamber: Flowers deep among the trees.
Mountain light: joy, the bird's nature.
Pool shadows: empty, the hearts of men.
All sounds, here fall to silence.
All that remains, the bell's tone.