Tour 2019 – Day 7

Fringes of Mist, a Bell Where does it begin? All remote solitude, all recluse distances bidding dusk farewell, it follows thought’s landscape far and wide, scatters out and drifts thinning mist away. Glimpsed in the still night of autumn wilds, a lone mountain monk wanders back home. -Wei Ying-wu translated by David Hinton in Mountain Home And the shadow glides below The nights get pretty cold but this days clear blue sky was going to bring temperatures to…

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