March 07th, 2021

Neng-Jen Temple

Lotus Blossom Peak
pierces the sky;
The temple is connected to the peak.
I've gotten at last to see
this winter moon:
I've wanted to come here
for years and years!
In the cold pond
trembles the pagoda's reflection;
Ancient trees are filled
with kitchen smoke.
I happen to see a noble monk emerge;
On his meditation bench,
he sits in utter silence.

Weng Chuan (d. 1214)