*An Answer to your Poem*

For being obstinate and stupid
   there's no one like me
My neighbors have become the trees and grasses
I'm tired of mulling over 
   delusion and enlightenment
Seeing how old and decrepit I'v grown
   I can't help laughing at myself
Carefree, I hoist my robe above my legs
   and ford the stream
My begging bag in tow
   I go rambling with the springtime
I'm content just living this life of mine
It's not that I loathe the dust of the world
	- Ryokan