Obata, Mt. Fuji and Ashinoko Lake from Motohakone (detail), 1953
When all thoughts
Are exhausted
I slip into the woods
And gather
A pile of shepherd’s purse.
Like the little stream
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.
Through the mossy crevices
I, too, quietly
Turn clear and transparent.
Ryokan
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