Zazen
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...................................................................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 whitens,The moon comes up;
Rain’s stopped, But drops go on dripping.
Wonderful! The mood of this moment;
Distant, vast.
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Ryokan (1758-1831)
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