When all thoughts
Are exhausted
I slip into the woods
And gather
A pile of shepherd's purse.
Like the little stream
Making its way
Through the mossy crevices
I, too, quietly
Turn clear and transparent.
-- from Dewdrops on a Lotus Leaf: Zen Poems of Ryokan, Translated by John Stevens
Poetry Chaikhana | Ryokan - When all thoughts