A lovely spring poem by the Zen monk Ryokan to remind us that the essence of a child is alive within us and that joy is always right here, right now…
First days of spring—blue sky, bright sun.
Everything is gradually becoming fresh and green.
Carrying my bowl, I walk slowly to the village.
The children, surprised to see me,
joyfully crowd about, bringing
my begging trip to an end at the temple gate.
I place my bowl on top of a white rock and
hang my sack from the branch of a tree.
Here we play with the wild grasses and throw a ball.
For a time, I play catch while the children sing;
Then it is my turn.
Playing like this, here and there, I have forgotten time.
Passers-by point and laugh at me, asking,
“What is the reason for such foolishness?”
No answer I give, only a deep bow;
Even if I replied, they would not understand.
Look around! There is nothing but this.
-RyokanShare the love: