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