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'' Teishin [the young nun who cared for him, in his last years of life] records that Ryōkan, seated in meditation posture, died 'just as if he were falling asleep' ''
His poetry is sublime. He is the Great Fool. He fell in love when he was in his 70's. Now that's cool.
Down in the villagethe din offlute and drum,here deep in the mountaineverywhere the sound of the pines.