June 23^rd, 2021

Studying in Mountain Temple

I brought along just a basket of books,
And sit reading all day long in the deserted woods.
Whenever I see the monks about their business,
The mind of serenity arises within.
Empty pavilion—cloud-slivers moor here;
Slanting pathways—tree roots invade.
It's not really that far fron the city walls:
If you have a moment's leisure,
Come chant poems with me.