The Monk Poem by Charles WOO

Through the bamboo grove, the monk reached his monastery.
Preaching Buddhism, he got flowers and was so happy.
From the staircase to the board road, he walked briskly around.
His Buddhist stick with tin decorations made a queer sound.
He begged alms with a torn robe and slept under the cloud.
Knocking the doors of the alms givers at night, he kowtowed.
Soon after his return, he struck the sonorous stone.
Igniting the Buddhist headlight, he meditated alone.

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