Ryōkan
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
Today, while begging food, a sudden downpour.
I waded out the storm in a small shrine.
laughing, one jug for water, one bowl for rice.
My life is like an old run-down hermitage, poor, simple, quiet.
Even if one lives a hundred years, their life is like a floating weed, drifting with the waves.
East and west continually, no time for rest.
Shakyamuni renounced nobility and devoted his life to preventing others from falling into ruin.
on the earth 80 years, proclaiming the Dharma for 50, bestowing the sutras as an eternal legacy.
Today, still a bridge to cross over to the other shore.
An evening dream.
Everything must have been an illusion.
I cannot explain clearly even one part of what I saw.
Yet, in the dream, it seemed as if the truth was there.
were in front of my eyes.
This morning, awake, is it not the same dream?
The long summer days at Atsuji Temple.
Everything is fresh and pure.
Worldly emotions never come here.
I sit in the cool shade, reading poems.
Beauty all around.