On a scroll of chill grays
Light hidden before the sun
Eternal lanterns lit
Incense ascending
Through shadows and form
Eleven robed monks
Knees pressed on worn tatami
Chant in deep and sacred tones
Beckoning
Beckoning away
The rhythmic cymbal
Repeats
In time to the rising
And falling verse.
And peace.
A thrice piercing bell
Awake
Awaken
Awaken morning soul
Poetry and Verse 