
Why do you
so earnestly seek the
truth in distant places?
Look for delusion and truth
in the bottom of your
own hearts.
Ryōkan

Why do you
so earnestly seek the
truth in distant places?
Look for delusion and truth
in the bottom of your
own hearts.
Ryōkan

Yes, I am
truly a dunce. Living
among the trees and plants,
don’t question me about illusion and
enlightenment. This old fellow just likes to smile to
himself. I wade across streams with bony legs,
and I carry a bag about in fine spring
weather. That’s my life, and
the world owes me
nothing.

Today
while begging,
I got caught in a shower.
For some time, I found shelter
in an old shrine. Laugh if you like at
the one jar and one bowl I own!
Humble and cleansed —
my life a broken
house.

The water of the mind,
How clear it is!
Gazing at it,
The boundaries are invisible.
But as soon as even
A slight thought arises,
Ten thousand images crowd it.
Attach to them,
And they become real.
Be carried by them,
And it will be difficult to return.
How painful to see a person
Trapped in the ten-fold
delusions.

As a boy I studied
literature, but was too lazy to
become a Confucian; in my younger days
I worked at Zen, but got no Dharma worth handing
down. Now I’ve built a grass hut, act as
custodian of a Shinto shrine,
half a shrine, half
a monk.