Out breath
and in breath ---
know that they are
proof that the world
is inexhaustible.
......
I don't regard my life
as insufficient.
Inside the brushwood gate,
there is a moon;
there are flowers.
....
Reflecting over seventy years,
I am tired of judging right from wrong.
Faint traces of a path trodden in deep night snow.
A stock of incense under the rickety window.
.....
How did you wriggle
your way
into my dream path
through such deep snow
on the night mountain?
.....
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.
