I took a small path leading <br />up a hill valley, finding there <br />a temple, its gate covered <br />with moss, and in front of <br />the door but tracks of birds; <br />in the room of the old monk <br />no one was living, and I <br />staring through the window <br />saw but a hair duster hanging <br />on the wall, itself covered <br />with dust; emptily I sighed <br />thinking to go, but then <br />turning back several times, <br />seeing how the mist on <br />the hills was flying, and then <br />a light rain fell as if it <br />were flowers falling from <br />the sky, making a music of <br />its own; away in the distance <br />came the cry of a monkey, and <br />for me the cares of the world <br />slipped away, and I was filled <br />with the beauty around me.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-for-a-monk-and-not-finding-him/
