Let the little children come to Me…

If only these sleeves

Sumizome no
waga koromode no
yuta naraba
ukiyo no tami wo
owamashi mono wo.
If these sleeves
of my black robe
were only wider
I’d shelter all the people
in this up-and-down world.

— From Ryokan: Zen Monk Poet of Japan, trans. Burton Watson, p. 50

Fr Silouan Thompson

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