Friday, July 15, 2022


Replica of Zen Master Ryokan’s hut – Gogo-an



My hut lies in the middle of a dense forest;

Every year the green ivy grows longer.

No news of the affairs of men,

Only the occasional song of a woodcutter.

The sun shines and I mend my robe;

When the moon comes out I read Buddhist poems.

I have nothing to report, my friends.

If you want to find the meaning, stop chasing after so many things.


Ryokan (1758-1831)

Tr. John Stevens