(Ikkyu with Courtesan)
oh yes things exist like the echo when you yell
at the foot of a huge mountain
sin like a madman until you can’t do anything else
no room for any more
fuck flattery success money
all I do is lie back and suck my thumb
sick of it whatever it’s called sick of the names
I dedicate every pore to what’s here
the mind is exactly this tree that grass
without thought or feeling both disappear
my monk friend has a weird endearing habit
he weaves sandals and leaves them secretly by the roadside
that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it gets
I wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind
No beginning,
No end.
Our mind
is born and dies:
The emptiness of emptiness!
The ways of proclaiming
The Mind vary,
But the same heavenly truth
Can be seen
In each and every one.
Cover your path
With the fallen pine needles
So no one will be able
To locate your
True dwelling place.
why is it all so beautiful this fake dream
this craziness why?
~Poems by Ikkyu
Generally just Being. Nothing in particular, no claims to fame. I like gardening and the sea, nature, art in all forms from poetry to films and everything in between, and being in the company of my family.
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