The Temple at Po Shan (Ch’ang Chien [8th century])

I arrive at the ancient shrine
At early morn,
Just as the sun
Has touched the treetops.
I enter the hall of meditation
By a shady winding path
Amid the flowers and the trees.
Among the hills
The birds rejoice,
And man’s heart is free from shadows
At this pool.
Here all worldly sounds are hushed,
Save the sweet chime
Of the temple bell.

[Footnote: Taoist temple; poet a Taoist recluse.]

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