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Year: 2009

  • leave the world behind

    I’ve left the world far behind,
    My robe is covered with moss;
    A small bundle of firewood burns,
    Brightening the night.

    ~ Ryokan (1758-1831)

  • Moon rises slowly

    The moon rises slowly over the highest peak;
    I stand there quietly for a long time and
    My robe becomes moist with dew.
    ~ Ryokan (1758-1831)