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.
Windows whitens - the moon comes up;
rain's stopped, but drops go on dripping.
Wonderful - the mood of this moment-
distant, vast, known only to me!
Ryokan
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| from the west mesa, sunrise Sunday |
