My house is buried in the deepest recess of the forest. Every year, ivy vines grow longer than the year before. Undisturbed by the affairs of the world I live at ease, Woodmen's singing rarely reaching me through the trees. While the sun stays in the sky, I mend my clothes And facing the moon, I read holy texts aloud to myself. Let me drop a word of advice for believers of my faith. To enjoy life's immensity, you do not need many things. (Ryokan, 1758-1831)
From one of my favourite books of poetry, Zen Poems.