July 02nd, 2020 That night staying at a Buddhist temple, I climbed to the highest room, The brilliance of stars and moon Obscured by the clouds. Gibbons cried, the bell toned I was oblivious to dawn Until 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