November 24^th, 2022

Here I have enough to eat
And I have taken root far
From the world;
My mind is weightless and
Without color like the lingering fog
The sound of the evening waves
Wakes me from my afternoon nap.
Cradled in the breast of this mountain
I have forgotten its original wildness
Day after day watching the sea
I have never seen its depths
If I cannot attain the very heart of Zen
A wave a thousand miles long
Will rise up and heave on the
Sea beyond my gate.