In the evening of a thousand peaks, I close my eyes.
Among humans, myriad thoughts are trivial.
Serenely I sit on the mat.
In solitude I face an open window.
The incense has burned out and a dark night is long.
Dew is thick; my robe is thin.
Emerging from samadhi, I walk in the garden.
The moon has risen over the highest peak.
Ryokan
tr. Kazuaki Tanahashi
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"solitude . . . reveals all mysteries," someone said and i do believe it.
ReplyDeletehappy to come upon another of your treasure chests, Roxana.
thank you for these divine entries!
much love,