Ryōkan was born in the village of Izumozaki in Echigo Province (now Niigata Prefecture) in Japan to the village headman. He renounced the world at an early age to train at nearby Sōtō Zen temple Kōshōji, refusing to meet with or accept charity from his family. Once the Zen master Kokusen visited the temple, and Ryōkan was deeply impressed with his demeanor. He ... more »
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Taigu Ryokan Poems
Too Lazy To Be Ambitious
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.
I Watch People In The World
I watch people in the world Throw away their lives lusting after things, Never able to satisfy their desires, Falling into deeper despair
Have You Forgotten Me
have you forgotten me or lost the path here? i wait for you all day, every day
in this dream world we doze and talk of dreams -- dream, dream on,
you must rise above the gloomy clouds covering the mountaintop
Blending With The Wind
Blending with the wind, Snow falls; Blending with the snow, The wind blows.
today's begging is finished; at the crossroads i wander by the side of hachiman shrine talking with some children. last year, a foolish monk;
My legacy -- What will it be? Flowers in spring, The cuckoo in summer,
at dusk i often climb to the peak of kugami. deer bellow,
The Thief Left It Behind
The thief left it behind: the moon at my window.
First Days Of Spring - The sky
First days of Spring-the sky is bright blue, the sun huge and warm. Everything's turning green.
“When, when?” I sighed. The one I longed for Has finally come; With her now,
First blooming in the Western Paradise, The lotus has delighted us for ages. Its white petals are covered with dew,
The Winds Have Died
The winds have died, but flowers go on falling; birds call, but silence penetrates each song.
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Too Lazy To Be Ambitious
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.