Such a light falls on the stove
The ashes glow stronger than the embers
The flames disappear into the fiercer sun
Yet outside, the skies are pitch black
The ground is covered with snow
Seems it would be good
To roast an old chestnut
As flies of white ash pay homage
To yesterday evenings blizzard
The quiet meditation
And the harmonious chanting
Smooth a path for any further revelation
