At night, deep in the mountains,

I sit in meditation.

The affairs of men never reach here:

Everything is quiet and empty,

All the incense has been swallowed up by the endless night.

My robe has become a garment of dew.

Unable to sleep, I walk out into the woods—

Suddenly, above the highest peak, the full moon appears.


Ryokan

 i walk out into the woods ryokan words ephemera

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