8.26.2019

smells of plum

Past, present, future: unattainable,
Yet clear as the moteless sky.
Late at night the stool's cold as iron,
But the moonlit window smells of plum.

[Hakuin {1686-1769}, trans. by Lucien Stryk & Takashi Ikemoto, from Zen Poems in Everyman's Library Pocket Poems]

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