Months pass, days pile up,
like one intoxicated dream -
An old man sighs.
Ryokan
Sonntag, 24. November 2013
Flow
Ursprünglich hochgeladen von ░S░i░l░a░n░d░i░
Let my natural flow
Left without the least bit of ambition
I let my natural flow
where they want to go.
There are rice for ten days
in my pocket
and next to the stove
a bunch of firewood.
Who chatters because of illusion or nirvana?
I forget the same meaningless dust
a good name and wealth,
and while I listen to the night's rain,
as he pattered on the roof of my hut,
I sit relaxed
both legs extended.
Ryokan
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