, iconoclastic Japanese
Zen
Buddhist
monk and poet
. He had a great impact on the infusion of Japanese art and literature with Zen attitudes and ideals.
Ikkyū was born in 1394 in a small suburb of Kyoto
. It is generally held that he was the son of Emperor Go-Komatsu
and a low-ranking court noblewoman. His mother was forced to flee to Saga, Japan, where Ikkyū was raised by servants. At the age of five, Ikkyu was separated from his mother and placed in a Rinzai Zen temple in Kyoto called Ankoku-ji
, as an acolyte.
That stone buddha deserves all the bird droppings it getsI wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind.
Natural, reckless, correct skill;Yesterday's clarity is today's stupidityThe universe has dark and light, entrust oneself to changeOne time, shade the eyes and gaze afar at the road of heaven.
Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind. A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure. Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds; Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.
It has the original mouth but remains wordless;It is surrounded by a magnificent mound of hair.Sentient beings can get completely lost in itBut it is also the birthplace of all the Buddhas of the ten thousand worlds.
Eight inches strong, it is my favourite thing;If I'm alone at night, I embrace it fully -A beautiful woman hasn't touched it for ages.Within my :w:fundoshi|fundoshi there is an entire universe!
From the world of passions returning to the world of passions:There is a moment's pause.If it rains, let it rain, if the wind blows, let it blow.
Anybody can enter the Budda's world so few can step into the devil's.
Having no destination, I am never lost.