Returning to my native village after many years’ absence: <br />I put up at a country inn and listen to the rain. <br />One robe, one bowl is all I have. <br />I light incense and strain to sit in meditation; <br />All night a steady drizzle outside the dark window -- <br />Inside, poignant memories of these long years of pilgrimage.<br /><br />Taigu Ryokan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/returning-to-my-native-village/
