July 16^th, 2019

Not knowing the locations of Hsiang-chi Monastery,
I walk several li over cloud-covered peaks
And through forests of ancient trees never
Tread by human feet.
Whence come the peals of bells
In the deep hills?
The spring water gurgles
Blocked by jutting rocks,
The sun shines, but it is cool
In the shade of green pines.
In the evening, by the side of the quiet pool,
I sit in meditation,
To drive away the poisonous dragon
Of distracting thoughts.