February 07^th, 2026

At night, deep in the mountains,
I sit in meditation
The affairs of the world never reach here;
Everything is quiet and empty,
All the incense has been swallowed up
By the endless night.
My robe has become a garment of dew.
Unable to sleep I walk out into the woods
Suddenly, above the highest peak,
The full moon appears.

Hakuin (1686-1768)