In the still, cool morning,
Bells and birds call together.
Footsteps echo through cedar and stone—
Liberating is the Way.

Sitting with monks in shared breath,
Voices rising in harmonious chant,
The Dharma flows like the mountain streams,
Unseen, yet resounding— ever present.

This heart bows in deep gratitude,
For each chant, each step, each drift of incense.
One visit, ten thousand gates—
I will always return to this moment.