In a qiet forest, sitting alone,
In a grass hut at dawn,
“Bup, po,so” I thought
I heard a bird cry.
Was it a bird’s cry?
I heard it in my mind
The sound,stream, clouds, and mind
Diffuse brightly in the morning rays.
One of hundreds of concrete statues lined up at Upenji (temple 66) showing all kinds of facial expressions and emotions, most of them with an animal. A pilgrim told me that they were special monks with a high state of awareness. It was freezing cold up there on 900 m.