July 11^th, 2019

Bitter-season pure, dharma masters
illuminate all they nurture deep:
minds settled beyond appearance
and yet devoted to their students,
they wander among leaning rocks,
rest beneath simple thatched roofs.
In the steady vanishing seasons
they know the deceit of possessions,
and looking across time's three regions,
they find only dream.
They embrace the Six Paramitas,
cultivating Way through them,
and blending thought and silence
into a tranquil anchorage,
they cherish the recluse depths
of living the inner pattern.