My faith

My house is buried in deepest recess of the forest,
Every year, ivy vines grow longer than the year before.
Undisturbed by the affairs of the world I live at ease.
Wooden men’s singing rarely reaching me through the trees.
While the sun stays in the sky, I mend my torn clothes,
And facing the moon, I read my holy texts aloud to myself.
Let me drop a word of advice for believers of my faith,
To enjoy life’s immensity, you do not need many things.
~
Ryokan
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