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.
- Hakuin (1686-1768)‘Haiku Moon’ brushwork by Marie Taylor http://www.zenbrush.com
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After a quick research, it looks like this poem is actually by Ryokan Taigu, and not Hakuin Ekaku. Not sure, though…...
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