The country road leads right by the pond. The water waves slowly, almost guiding my footsteps. Tiny waves run across the surface kissing the earth. They brake and form again naturally, without pushing. The moonlight reflects playfully in the waves. All seems still, inviting me to watch, to enjoy the scenery. I have all the time in the world...

silence around
and lost shadows -
in the middle of the night

The lotuses seem to be sleeping. The water tinkles, slowly rocking them, without showing any danger. Some mosquitoes are still running, floating over the lake. They probably are not aware of the late hour. The trod hides beneath the young trees that guard the pond...

only darkness
inside the young trees -
and unknown

The sky seems to glitter in the water. No clouds appear. The horizon is also a part of the silence that surrounds me. I sit at the bottom of a tree. I feel the smell of fresh mud playing with my senses. Everything around me sleeps. The isn't one fish to trouble the monumental silence of the lake. The mirror of the night feels the flow of the wind. I sleep embodied by nature...