I received a postcard from Kyoto,
 in the front side of which was a tree-flanked pathway
 leading to a temple. The picture was so vivid that I
 sauntered with the green sky spreading overhead the trail
 where shadows rest'd upon shadows. So slowly I ventured
 to the door, not knowing what awaited if stepped foward;
 an ancient voice reckoning me, that echoed with my heartbeats,
 clanged and stormed my restless bell, and
 darkly I knew I would go: fresh incense into the burner --
 while my breaths in fervent sweat floundered
 at the back of the temple through the honey words of hers.