Nothing. Emptiness. Peace.

The winds
Passing up this valley
Come from the ocean
Far away.
The blow of nature
Across the flat earth.
Twilight as I write this,
And through the window
I can see the pine tree tops
Waving hello to me again.
James Lee Jobe
At a way station,
returning from Drizzly Road
to Always Dry Road:
if it should rain, it will rain;
if the wind should blow, it blows.
Ikkyū Sō…
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