The Desolate Ringing of the Withered Away Bells Slowly, Marched into the Shaw of the Elderly Monk
The Moon Outside the Mountain Doorways Preparing to Enter into the Temple
To Head to Underneath that Ol’ Pine Tree, and Collect the Sound of the Wooden Drums to Serve to the Goddess of the Moon for Breakfast
like this, but in the hours before light, photo from online…
While Zen is, Swinging on the Swings Beneath that Ol’ Pine Tree
There’s this lively imagery from the poetry, that sense of peace, of calm, the way one would feel, in a meditation state, and it’s not even light yet, it’s those few more hours of darkness before light!