Looking back over these seventy years and more
The human world of good-and-bad
completely dissolves before my gaze
A late-night snowfall blurs
the footsteps of the last passerby
I light a stick of incense
and sit and meditate beside my old window
Ryokan
How many years I spent parting the wild grasses
to penetrate the inmost depths
Then suddenly I understood my teacher
and came back to my native place
You go there and come back again
Yet everything remains the same
Cloud’s covering the mountain summit
Streams flowing by your feet
Ryokan
Trying to change into someone or something else
is unnecessary
Changing into oneself
Is practicing the true Way
Looking for meaning misses the mark
Finding the world of non-meaning
Is attaining the true Way
Doen
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