A Serene Evening at the Temple
Amongst rocks and stones, a path so slight,
At dusk, bats fly to the temple's light.On steps I sit, fresh rain at
hand,
Banana leaves large, gardenia fruits so grand.
Monks speak of Buddha, paintings on old walls,
With fire they reveal what little light recalls.
Bedding laid, rice and soup in place,
Simple yet satisfying, my hunger's replaced. |