02008-02-07 | Poetry | 1 comment

One day when Ryokan returned to his hut he discovered a robber who had broken in and was in the process of stealing his few possessions. In the thief’s haste to leave, he left behind a cushion. Ryokan grabbed the cushion and ran after the thief to give it to him. He then wrote one of his most famous poems:

The thief left it behind:
the moon
at my window.

From Idries Shah‘s book The Way of the Sufi:

A thief entered the house of a Sufi, and found nothing there. As he was leaving, the dervish perceived his disappointment and threw him the blanket in which he was sleeping, so that he should not go away empty-handed.

1 Comment

  1. Carol

    That is a beautiful thought. I think we know which one was filled with happiness and which was tormented.


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