Poems about Zen

• To Lady Mori with Deepest Gratitude and Thanks

  The tree was barren of leaves but you brought a new spring.
  Long green sprouts, verdant flowers, fresh promise.

  by Ikkyu Sojun 5 lines
• A Fisherman

  Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind.
  A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluab

  by Ikkyu Sojun 4 lines, 1 comment
• I Hate Incense

  A master’s handiwork cannot be measured
  But still priests wag their tongues explaining the “Way” and babbling about “Zen.”

  by Ikkyu Sojun 4 lines
• Exhausted with gay pleasures

  Exhausted with gay pleasures, I embrace my wife.
  The narrow path of asceticism is not for me:

  by Ikkyu Sojun 4 lines
• After they die

          Why are people called Buddhas
  After they die?

  by Ikkyu Sojun 4 lines
• My Hovel

  The world before my eyes is wan and wasted, just like me.
  The earth is decrepit, the sky stormy, all the grass withered.

  by Ikkyu Sojun 4 lines
• A Meal of Fresh Octopus

  Lots of arms, just like Kannon the Goddess;
  Sacrificed for me, garnished with citron, I revere it so!

  by Ikkyu Sojun 4 lines

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