Remains of the Moment

In stillness we sit,  

Breath like the wind through tall trees,  

Mountains echo peace,  

Clouds drift across endless sky,  

Time dissolves, the heart awakens.  

A stream hums softly,  

Pebbles dance beneath clear waves,  

Monks bow to its song,  

Each ripple carries wisdom,  

In silence, we hear it all.  

Beneath old pine trees,  

The earth breathes deep, undisturbed,  

Roots and monks as one,  

Seasons pass without a word,  

Yet the spirit stays unmoved.  

Lotus blooms in dawn,  

Soft dew kisses every leaf,  

Monks in quiet gaze,  

See the world in simple forms,  

Truth in petals' silent grace.  

The sun sinks behind,  

The temple's shadows stretch long,  

Night and day are gone,  

Only the moment remains,  

And monks dissolve into peace.