Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going—
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.
(Ichikyo, written on the morning of his death, 1360)
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14 comments:
Lovely...I understand.
Wow. Amazing and true.
What did they write with in 1360?
MJ: apparently, brush and ink.
Karen: I love that poem. I wondered what it said in the original Japanese, though. Maybe a little different.
QG: Thanks sweetie.
Lovely poem.
Hey. Just here.
Hey Leah,
I guess the hole in our hearts they leave never fills up does it? The poem is lovely. Poignant and lovely. Damn, you've made me cry now.
Cece: you know, poetry has helped me all along in dealing with the death of my beloveds. And crying is good, I do it often when I think of dad, although in the early days, where you are now, it can feel so raw...love to you.
Wonderful poem. Hope you're ok.
Mine went last month, yers at 62 was way too young sorry.
Poem was shite it didn't even rhyme.
By the way, Bindi had her baby.
Oh, Knudsen, you made me laugh! No small feat today.
take care of you
xx
Very nice
Simple, profound and true
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