July 29th, 2019

At Brahma-Heaven Monastery

You can only hear a bell out beyond mist:
the monastery deep in mist is lost to sight.
Straw sandals wet with the dew of grasses,
a recluse wanders. Never coming to rest,
he's simply an echo of the mountaintop moon,
light coming and going night after night.

Wang An-shih (1021-1086)