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.

From DEWDROPS ON A LOTUS LEAF by Ryokan, translated by John Stevens. © 1993 by John Stevens.
Reprinted by arrangement with Shambhala Publications, Inc., Boston