Clanging the monastery's bell
Placed on top of the range,
The young novice fills up
The low-lying vastness.
Raindrops flock together
In the quiescent waters
Of the Celestial Ocean
With the Dipper in head.
The roar from the abyss
Re-echoes on the peaks;
The shadows of tall pines
Trace on the edge of cliffs.
I sit stiff on a huge boulder;
The rapid beneath is raging,
Moving the mountains forward
Straight into the dark of unknown.
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Let's not waste it!
Ron
Always,
Deborah