#monastery life

Yellow leaves spiral down through the air; Waterfall spray flies into raindrops. Patches of moss darken Buddha’s face; The stones here have been brushed by The robes of a god. The monks are tranquil, Though their kitchen has few vegetables. The mountains, cold; Not many sparrows in the flock. Of themselves, my worries all disappear; I do not have to try to forget the world.

So, I live in a Zen Buddhist monastery and one of our favorite ways to relax during the equivalent of our weekend is to bake for each other? And sometimes the enthusiasm can get a bit out of hand? XD