June 18^th, 2026

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 (1758-1831)