Ryokan (1758–1831)

This is a beautiful collection of poems in various styles by the zen poet Ryōkan, which I read with great pleasure. They are simple in style, describing the daily undertakings of the hermit as he sits around drinking saké, plays with the village children, and listens to the wind through the nearby bamboo forest. Their earnest quality is infused with the zen spirit, which makes them an interesting point of departure to deepen one's practice.

The collection of poetry isn't as deep or thorough as other offerings, but the historical/biographical coverage is beyond what I've seen elsewhere.

I consider this book to be a timeless treasure. I relate to Ryōkan very strongly: his sadness and passion; yet I envy his ability to accept all that comes. He wasn't perfect, yet he seemed to have a strong grasp of life and existing and damn I wish I could have met him, or stayed with him in his hut writing poetry. I think I will be rereading these poems for the rest of my life.