As long as I was living in the village
They said I was the finest man around.
But yesterday I went to the city
And even the dogs eyed me askance.
Some people jeered at my skimpy trousers,
Others said my jacket was too long.
If someone would poke out the eyes of the hawks
We sparrows could dance wherever we pleased.
translated by Burton Watson
Being Present for the Moment
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
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Yes, mainly because he never takes himself too seriously. A good trait to have, don’t you think?