The Buddha's Path
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
A Poem
Soaring birds disappear over the distant mountains,
Leaves fall continually in the quiet garden.
Lonely autumn breezes,
An old monk in his black robe, I stand alone.
---Ryokan---
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