Quietude

[ryokan]

Hush now, the curlew calls.
The hills are swathed in mist.
The sea falls silent as the tomb.
Come with me awhile,
o'er the ancient stile,
to wander by this sodden green,
to savor all that nature gives
with such immense delicacy.
Let the rainfall kiss our faces.
Let the deep earth take our traces.
We have come home at last.
Gaia embraces so sweetly.