23 March 2006 2 Comments
I was reading Three Zen Masters while on the road — a fairly monotonous three hours on land, one by air, and another hour on land again — and came across this poem by Ryokan.
My testicles are frozen
By the autumn wind.
– Ryokan (1758-1831)
It’s (nearly?) spring here in the Northern Hemisphere, not autumn, and I certainly don’t have the required anatomy, but for some reason it seemed to speak to me.
Stevens, John. Three Zen Masters: Ikkyu, Hakuin, Ryokan. Kondansha International, 1993.