Taigu Ryokan

(1758-1831 / Japan)

My Cracked Wooden Bowl - Poem by Taigu Ryokan

This treasure was discovered in a bamboo thicket --
I washed the bowl in a spring and then mended it.
After morning meditation, I take my gruel in it;
At night, it serves me soup or rice.
Cracked, worn, weather-beaten, and misshapen
But still of noble stock!

Comments about My Cracked Wooden Bowl by Taigu Ryokan

  • Fabrizio Frosini (11/25/2016 4:20:00 AM)

    again, about 'sabi':
    '' The concept 'sabi' carries not only the meaning ‘aged’ —in the sense of ‘ripe with experience and insight’ as well as ‘infused with the patina that lends old things their beauty’— but also that of tranquility, aloneness, deep solitude '' (Horst Hammitzsch) (Report) Reply

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  • Fabrizio Frosini (11/25/2016 4:12:00 AM)

    the aesthetic concept of 'sabi'
    'sabi' is here in all its fundamental aspects.. the ''rustic patina' :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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