"Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out."
---Ryokan, trans. Stephen Mitchell
My life is the opposite of this poem at the moment, but reading it is like a mental hot bath. Aaah.