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12.Songgoang Temple (Songgoang Sa)

April. 28, 2003

Along a few back roads with Juam valley in the so dense fog,

Turning round and round for a while,

My arriving the end of the line, Mount Jogye,

Which smells of Metasequoia,

The white noise from the stream which just hit the rock,

Makes a racket around the calm temple.

This is the priests world following the Buddha's law,

Instead of having forsaken this world.

On this of all days,

They look nice clean-cut and all lit-up inside.

The Songgoang, Seungbo temple in the Buddhist breeding,

Which is the center of Korea Buddhist culture,

The Tongdo, Bulbo temple in keeping the Buddha's bones,

And the Haein, Beobbo temple in keeping the Eighty-thousand,

Buddhist Laws and Treatises,

We call them the Three Treasure Temples (Sambo Sachal),

You see.

Leaving out the black sheep of mine in the world using me,

Really the clear sound's arresting my attention completly,

My Hillery's stepping in the tottering,

Imbues all my mind with the serene and goose bumps.

A small stone figure of a lion in front of the one pillar gate,

Was defaced so much through the eternity years,

But it presents it even-tempered smile and food for the thought,

That the rubber neck's mind,

Which is on pins and needles all the way.

Watching bowing which clasps his own hands,

And amounts it to one,

That the two loose mentality between you and me,

And hearing the delicate wind bell on the soft wind,

And the big Buddhist's reading a service pounding the wooden

Clapper his having a special place in my heart,

Of the sedentary Buddha getting over the Evil Spirit 2547 years ago,

Nothing already would stop my being head over heels,

In my thoughtful mind with Him.

Lee Gyungwoo

李 璟 雨

李璟雨