March 29th, 2023

Mind, mind, mind—above the Path.
Here on the mountain, gray hair down,
I cherish bamboo sprouts,
Brush carefully by pine twigs.
Burning incense, I open a book.
The mist settles over flagstones.
Rolling the blind, I contemplate:
Moon in the pond.
Of my old friends,
How many know the Way?

Zengetsu (833–912)