January 05th, 2023 That night staying at a Buddhist temple,I climbed to the highest room,The brilliance of stars and moonObscured by the clouds,Gibbons cried, the bell tonedI was oblivious to dawnUntil gradually brightening,A cold winter sun rose in the East. Han Yu (805) Send a Zen Card Brighten a Friend's Day... Join our Subscribers Receive the Daily Zen Journal Home Contact Privacy Terms Site Map © 2024 TrueBlueDesigns. All rights reserved. Zen Vows Legend of Bodhidharma