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.
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Comments5
Your style is very pure and free from any polluted ego.We feel a very Asian serenity in this charming little piece .
Thank you for your kind words!
a most impressive write Ellen.
enjoyed every word.
I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you!
So peaceful.
Thank you, Thomas!
It's so beautiful!
Thank you !
Ellen! Hi! Beautiful poem. I can imaging the landscape which you express. Thank you so much! Have a nice day!
Thank you, dear friend!
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