Radiance-Hut
I understood Radiance-Hut Monastery today.
Ox-Head Mountain stands resolute at the gate,
but graves are tangled mulberry and bamboo,
terrace and temple a ruins of jade and gold.
A newborn calf sleeps in windblown silence.
Evening crows take flight one by one. Each
sight opens thousand-year dreams, no words
enough even for tonight’s blossoms and rain.
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