Winter 2024
By Shoan Osho At night, deep in the mountainsI sit in meditation.The affairs of the world 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 into the woods—Suddenly, above the highest peak, the full moon appears. —Ryokan(trans. John Stevens) As we approach the winter solstice, these words from the wandering Zen monk and poet Ryokan seemed to speak specifically to this mountain realm. Soon enough we'll be in the midst of Rohatsu sesshin, where the hush of the winter mountain and the...
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