Thursday, June 21

After Compline: 20 October 2004

Half moon hung up in the sky
Wreathed with clouds like Nine Chinese Dragons,
Illuminating a path before me,
Shadows shifting on canyon walls.

Of the times I've been here,
I've never noticed that.
I walk along, shadows shift
From a Skull to Sphinx to King.

Enormous silence,
Not an in-breathing suspension
But an absence of breath entirely.

The monks are simple, spiritual.
The place is terrible, sacred -
Haunted by god's presence
More than any I have ever known.

Yet, I was born in this beautiful tomb.