Dayun temple: 1

Wanting a pure heart, wet from the spring rain, I enter the symmetrical gates. The courtyard is quiet; a bell rings. It’s time to feed both body and soul. After many days, with sharing, support, and a nourishing diet, I am happy. Orioles fly into the temple, and doves on a painting fly out. My heart and this temple are in harmony, easing my illness and prompting a poem.