[wickedchicken]

"Without a jot of ambition left

I let my nature flow where it will.

There are ten days of rice in my bag

And, by the hearth, a bundle of firewood.

Who prattles of illusion or nirvana?

Forgetting the equal dusts of name and fortune,

Listening to the night rain on the roof of my hut,

I sit at ease, both legs stretched out."

    Ryokan (1757-1831)

[throwaway21222]

On the eleventh day he was probably wishing he had thought about getting some more rice or conserving what he had. Maybe I am missing the point of this poem.