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Old 11-20-2003, 12:04 PM   #6
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Join Date: Oct 2000
Posts: 78
Ryokan (1758-1831), Three Poems on My Begging Bowl

Picking violets

by the roadside

I've forgotten and left

my begging bowl --

that begging bowl of mine

I've forgotten

My begging bowl

But no one would steal it --

How sad for my begging bowl

In my begging bowl

Violets and dandelions

Jumbled together --

I offer them to the

Buddhas of the Three Worlds


I bring my violets and dandelions

to the dojo and spread them around.

I hold up one flower;

Sensei and I smile together.

Like others have mentioned, I have never known a Sensei to turn away a student with a good heart and an empty "begging bowl."


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