Thursday, November 13, 2025

RYŌKAN



The breath going out, the breath coming in
over and then over again
know that this is itself the proof
that this world never ends

—Ryōkan



It was a beautiful day. It was a challenging day.



I spent time studying the poetry of Ryōkan. I spent time with The Child. I spent time sitting with my South Sound Zen sangha. I spent time in pain. I spent time reading.



Another translation: 

Out breath
and in breath
know that they are
proof that the world
is inexhaustible.

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