Dayun temple: 3

I can’t sleep but my mind is clear. My lamp lights my room like incense. In the silence, wind rings the temple bell. The smell of the earth fills the darkness. The constellations fly through the night like the phoenix on the temple weathervane. When the bell is rung, it leaves the temple, although in my bed I still feel it vibrate. I dread having to leave this place, to face the barbarians who occupy the capital.