November 04th, 2016

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 the shoulders.
Window whitens – the moon comes up;
Rain’s stopped, but drops go on dripping.
Wonderful–the moon of this moment,
Distant, vast.

Ryokan (1758–1831)