Evening meditation,
Enfolded in mountains,
All thoughts of the
World of men dissolve.
Quietly sitting on my cattail cushion
Alone, I face the empty window.
Incense burns away
As the dark night deepens,
And my robe is a single fold
As white dew thickens.
Rising from deep meditation,
I stroll in the garden,
And the moon is already above the highest peak.

- Ryokan

Another Zen Poem I like. Not too much going on today...been quite busy. I think work never ends! Anyway, don't have too long on here, so this is all I'm going to write for now. More later.