Beyond 66 you asked what now.
They said that was now to think.
Further has to go on till no more.

A twitch on the lips is  challenge
A smile may yet be froze in time
Or  petrified death on a Zen face.

Lamas put  an ochre on the kids
Boy monks humming as in bees
In the deep stones of a snow hill.

Lamas are teaching boy monks
How to smile the stone hard way
And not to ask further and more.