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 whiten—the moon comes up;
rain’s stopped, but drops go on dripping.
Wonderful—the mood of this moment— distant, vast known to me only!
Ryōkan (via sharanam)
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