The Circle met on a cold and dark night at Great Meeting. We talked of darkness and the light in the turning of the seasons and the differences between countries north, south and close to the equator. Celebrating Christmas in the dark of winter or the light of summer. Mike read some poems by Ryokan, though not the one below, and we sat to meditate - silent night.
A cold night - sitting alone in my empty room
Filled only with incense smoke.
Outside, a bamboo grove of a hundred trees;
On the bed several volumes of poetry.
The moon shines from the top of the window,
And the entire neighbourhood is still except for the
cry of insects.
Looking at this scene, limitless emotion
(Ryokan)
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