April 29^th, 2024

At night deep in the mountains,
I sit in meditation
The affairs of people 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.

Ryokan Taigu (1758-1831)