Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going —
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.
Kozan Ichikyo died on the twelfth day of the second month 1360 at the age of seventy-seven. “A few days before his death he called his pupils together, ordered them to bury him without ceremony, and forbade them to hold services in his memory. He wrote this poem of the morning of his death, laid down his brush, and died sitting upright.” In: Hoffman, Y. (1986). Japanese death poems written by Zen monks and haiku poets on the verge of death. Boston/Tokyo: Tuttle, p. 108. image: virb.com.