To Stay Overnight At Po-Lin Temple Poem by Charles WOO

Buddhism is an endless study and practice.
Chanting scriptures at the temple resumes your calmness.
Morning rosy clouds bake the sky where birds fly.
Yellow leaves on the ground crackle as the monks walk by.
All meditate on Buddhist patriarch's speech piously.
Calligraphers write the well-known phrases as their duty.
Having no desire but a pure mind makes you wise.
The fragrant smells of vegetable dishes then arise.

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