one robe, one bowl

Here is a short poem by the hermit-monk Ryokan, a Soto Zen master who lived in Japan from about 1758-1831:

After spending the day begging in town,
I now sit peacefully under a cliff in the evening cool,
Alone, with one robe and one bowl-
The life of a Zen monk is truly the best!

I love that little exclamation point at the end. You can hear the joy in his words.

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