August 26th, 2020

In the still night by the vacant window,
Wrapped in monk’s robe I sit in meditation,
Navel and nostrils lined up straight,
Ears paired to the slope of shoulders.
Window whitens--the moon comes up;
Rain’s stopped, but drops go on dripping.
Wonderful—the mood of this moment-
Distant, vast!

Ryokan (1758-1831)