I took a small path leading br up a hill valley, finding there br a temple, its gate covered br with moss, and in front of br the door but tracks of birds; br in the room of the old monk br no one was living, and I br staring through the window br saw but a hair duster hanging br on the wall, itself covered br with dust; emptily I sighed br thinking to go, but then br turning back several times, br seeing how the mist on br the hills was flying, and then br a light rain fell as if it br were flowers falling from br the sky, making a music of br its own; away in the distance br came the cry of a monkey, and br for me the cares of the world br slipped away, and I was filled br with the beauty around me.