My house is buried in the deepest
recess of the forest
Every year, ivy vines grow longer
than the year before.
Undisturbed by the affairs of the
world I live at ease,
Woodmen’s singing rarely reaching me
through the trees.
While the sun stays in the sky, I
mend my torn clothes
And facing the moon, I read holy
texts aloud to myself.
Let me drop a word of advice for
believers of my faith.
To enjoy life’s immensity, you do not
need many things.
Ryokan
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