• I did not know the incense storing temple,
• I walked a few miles into the clouded peaks.
• No man on the path between the ancient trees,
• A bell rang somewhere deep among the hills.
• A spring sounded choked, running down steep rocks,
• The green pines chilled the sunlight's coloured rays.
• Come dusk, at the bend of a deserted pool,
• Through meditation I controlled passion's dragon.