Franz Kafka

Sunday, September 25, 2022

August in Chuang Yen


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  


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