June 12th, 2023

Finishing a day of begging,
I return home through the green mountains.
The setting sun is hidden behind the western cliffs,
And the moon shines weakly on the stream below.
I stop by a rock and wash my feet.
Lighting some incense, I sit peacefully in zazen.
Again a one-man brotherhood of monks;
Ah…how quickly the stream of time sweeps by.

Ryokan (1758-1831)