In a valley with five doors Among one thousand temples The Buddha rings still Thrumming with one beat of the drum One moment everlasting. In a park with deers A dog leads the way Walking the pilgrims path There the Buddha’s room sits empty Still ringing with that beat of the drum One moment, still passing. In a busy take out joint Conversations swirl with the smell Of countless sizzling spices And below it all rings true That one beat of the drum With none ever to follow. photo credit
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