August in Chuang Yen

Quietly the evening falls, through leafy trees coolly a breeze blows, the peaceful night comes in high glees.   A deep fullness hovers all around  one guess is descending from other worlds; the moon is a buoy, yellow and round, to perfect stillness in the firmaments.   Memories settle their own slime, the pot-bellied jug full and wise: it shall not be another Spring-time, when accomplished is the holy life.    Chuang Yen Monastery, Carmel, NY,  August 2005      Read the book Jersey Blues

August in Chuang Yen, by A. Baruffi

Chuang Yen Monastery, Postcard Photo, The Buddhist Association of The United States

August in Chuang Yen

Quietly the evening falls

through a leafy tree,

coolly a breeze blows,

the peaceful night comes with high glee.

A deep fullness hovers all around,

one guess is descending from other worlds;

the moon is a buoy, yellow and round,

to perfect stillness in the firmament.

Memories settle their own slime,

the pot-bellied jug full and wise:

it shall not be another Spring-time,

when accomplished is the holy life.

Chuang Yen Monastery, Carmel, NY