June 30th, 2018

The moon illuminates
A thousand peaks with
The brilliance of daylight.
The sound of the bell
Falls on my pillow
Of old friend’s poems;
In my thin monk’s robes,
Unafraid of the frost’s harshness,
I rise, roll up the thin blinds,
Sit in the depths of the night.

Tesshu Tokusai (d. 1366)