Drifting Cloud sat serenely in the mountains of Tibet, it's devotees practicing the dharma daily.
Li Pon assumed the lotus position, closed his eyes, took even breaths, and cleared his mind.
He set his fingers, placed the bamboo flute against his lips and blew, a thready haunting note issued forth into the clear blue morning, floating on the gentle breeze.
Drifting Cloud Temple was Li Pon's home and sanctuary, as it was for many fellow monks and a place for pilgrims to travel in their pursuit of enlightenment.
Li Pon greeted each new day with a smile and his bamboo flute and together they made melodious greetings to the dawn.