43. by a golden day in the forlorn hamlet

 

43. by a golden day in the forlorn hamlet

Looked like a flowery heaven

The wind blew and the clouds left

And a chilly place was full of mountain symphony

44. Thousands of forms on the poetic path

 

44. Thousands of forms on the poetic path

The golden day is flooded with heaven’s light

On the other side of the Milky Way

Zen cloud’s melodies

45. The height holy land

 

45. The height holy land

The stream is flowing by night across chilly fog

A Zen monastery’s bell was chiming

The moon was down in a remote land