Temple of the Ocean of Awakening
Climbing, climbing the path of stones
deep into the mountains;
no more villages to be seen,
only peaks of green.
Facing the gate, grass is growing
at the foot of a cliff;
along the gully, petals fly
and fall to the water's heart.
Ten thousand ravines of mist and cloud—
truly a kingdom of happiness!
Temple bells, Sanskrit chanting
through dense forests
for hundreds of years…
The old monk brushes moss from the wall,
asks me to commemorate my visit
deep into the mountains;
no more villages to be seen,
only peaks of green.
Facing the gate, grass is growing
at the foot of a cliff;
along the gully, petals fly
and fall to the water's heart.
Ten thousand ravines of mist and cloud—
truly a kingdom of happiness!
Temple bells, Sanskrit chanting
through dense forests
for hundreds of years…
The old monk brushes moss from the wall,
asks me to commemorate my visit
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