A master’s handiwork cannot be measured
But still priests wag their tongues explaining the “Way” and babbling about “Zen.”
This old monk has never cared for false piety
And my nose wrinkles at the dark smell of incense before the Buddha.
(Ikkyu Sojun)
More Poetry from Ikkyu Sojun:
Ikkyu Sojun Poems based on Topics: Buddhism- A Fisherman (Ikkyu Sojun Poems)
- Exhausted with gay pleasures (Ikkyu Sojun Poems)
- My Hovel (Ikkyu Sojun Poems)
- A Meal of Fresh Octopus (Ikkyu Sojun Poems)
- It is nice to get a glimpse of a lady bathing (Ikkyu Sojun Poems)
- To Lady Mori with Deepest Gratitude and Thanks (Ikkyu Sojun Poems)