My favorite poem is a Haiku written by the 18th century monk, Ryokan. After discovering that his home had been broken into and his meager possessions stolen, the monk, so the story is told, noticed a single cushion that had been left behind. He sat upon that cushion as he gazed out the window and wrote his most famous haiku:
The thief left it behind:
at my window.
It denotes a man that although, alone in the world and with nothing to his name could appreciate the beauty beyond his window. Although the thief robbed him of his worldly goods they could not steal from him the inner gift of peace that he felt at that moment knowing that inner joy comes not from accumulated things but from within.