Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Shaggy hair past the ears,
A worn-out robe resembling white clouds and dark smoke.
Half drunk, half sober, I return home,
Children all around, guiding me along the Way.
Today's begging is finished; at the crossroads
I wander by the side of Hachima Shrine
Talking with some children.
Last year, a foolish monk;
This year, no change!
Thanks to Doug B.
Posted by theo at 9:33 AM