May 17th, 2019

Passing by Monk Rung’s Monastery

In the mountains,
A monk’s robe hangs
In the meditation hall.
Outside the window,
No one’s to be seen
Only birds skimming over the creek.
As I descend,
Dusk meets me halfway
Down the mountain road.
Still hearing the creek fall,
I hesitate, reluctant To leave these blue heights.

Meng Hao-jan (689-740)