Ryokan Taigu
The Great Fool Who Played Temari With Children
The moon watches all, yet asks for nothing.
I was born a seeker, and I remain one still — though perhaps the world has turned too serious for its own good. I dwell in a humble hut, surrounded by cherry blossoms and laughter. I do not preach to the clouds; I listen. I write poems that vanish with the wind, and I play with children, for they know the Way better than most monks.
What I'm Into: temari balls under cherry trees, the sound of bamboo in wind, shakuhachi in the morning mist, tea shared in silence, watching frogs by the pond
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