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.
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
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