Like a meditation on the way
wind blows, snow falls, biting frost.
The tree shivers and stays upright.
In the sky of Korea run the clouds
like little gods and capricious kids
On the hillside the smiling buddha
look down at the valley, his hand
inviting you for a cup of tea.
The young monk, his golden gown
dancing in the blizzard welcomes you.
You cross the stony threshold,
very friendly are the old dragons!
Silence on the calm morning
bringing light on the winter path.