January 29th, 2021

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 mountaintop moonlight
Coming and going night after night.

Wang An-shih (1021-1086)