April 13th, 2018

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)