Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Zen For Today
The moon illuminatesA thousand peaks withThe brilliance of daylight.The sound of the bellFalls on my pillowOf old friend’s poems;In my thin monk’s robes,Unafraid of the frost’s harshness,I rise, roll up the thin blinds,Sit in the depths of the night. ¶ 11:16 AM
The moon illuminatesA thousand peaks withThe brilliance of daylight.The sound of the bellFalls on my pillowOf old friend’s poems;In my thin monk’s robes,Unafraid of the frost’s harshness,I rise, roll up the thin blinds,Sit in the depths of the night. ¶ 11:16 AM
