Saturday, September 27, 2014

Do You Want to Be a Wee Bit Happier? - Stop Chasing So Many Things


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 the 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---

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