First Days Of Spring - The Sky Poem by Taigu Ryokan

First Days Of Spring - The Sky

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First days of Spring-the sky
is bright blue, the sun huge and warm.
Everything's turning green.
Carrying my monk's bowl, I walk to the village
to beg for my daily meal.
The children spot me at the temple gate
and happily crowd around,
dragging to my arms till I stop.
I put my bowl on a white rock,
hang my bag on a branch.
First we braid grasses and play tug-of-war,
then we take turns singing and keeping a kick-ball in the air:
I kick the ball and they sing, they kick and I sing.
Time is forgotten, the hours fly.
People passing by point at me and laugh:
'Why are you acting like such a fool?'
I nod my head and don't answer.
I could say something, but why?
Do you want to know what's in my heart?
From the beginning of time: just this! just this!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fabrizio Frosini 24 November 2016

about Santoka's begging: when someone mentioned this contrast -with Ryokan's begging- to Santoka, he replied: ''My passions are too deep to do such a thing. If I don't have a begging bowl, I can't live. Therefore, I never forget my bowl.''

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Fabrizio Frosini 24 November 2016

Ryokan Osho, the famous beggar-monk-poet of Echigo, frequently left his begging bowl by the side of the road while he tossed a ball with the village children, played marbles with the local geishas, or picked flowers.

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