October 03rd, 2017

In the still night by the vacant window,
Wrapped in a monk’s robe I sit in meditation,
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)