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An Ancient Abandoned Temple

By the small trees, a shattered temple
from an earlier rule,

No monks are there — the cold wall stands
oddly.

Where the pond shows fair, a dragonfly
comes out and suns itself,

Where the monstrous tree makes a shade,
a hummingbird flies out and around.

On ancient flagstones, the pavements are crossed
with tall grass,

In shadowed galleries, the pictures are patched
with moss and age.

Even the hall of contemplation is spent,
and melted away,

This world of dust and decay, still wants more
of our sorrow.