My Cracked Wooden Bowl
This treasure was discovered in a bamboo thicket —
I washed the bowl in a spring and then mended it.
After morning meditation, I take my gruel in it;
At night, it serves me soup or rice.
Cracked, worn, weather-beaten, and misshapen
But still of noble stock!
Ryokan
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