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.

Author: Ryōkan

When all thoughts<br />Are exhausted<br />I slip into the woods<br />And gather<br />A pile of shepherd's purse.<br /><br />Like the little stream<br />Making its way<br />Through the mossy crevices<br />I, too, quietly<br />Turn clear and transparent. - Ryōkan

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