"Form does not differ from emptiness,
emptiness does not differ from form.
That which is form is emptiness, that which is emptiness
form"
If you understand, things are as they are.
If you do not understand, things are as they are.
Poems by Ikkyu:
A Man's
Root
Eight inches strong, it is my favorite thing;
If I'm alone at night, I embrace it fully
A beautiful woman hasn't touched it for ages.
Within my fundoshi there is an entire universe!
A Woman's
Sex
It has the original mouth but remains wordless;
It is surrounded by a magnificent mound of hair.
Sentient beings can get completely lost in it
But it is also the birthplace of all the Buddhas of the ten
thousand worlds.
Rinzai's disciples never got the Zen message,
But I, the Blind Donkey, know the truth:
Love play can make you immortal.
The autumn breeze of a single night of love is better than a
hundred thousand years of
sterile sitting meditation. . .
Stilted koans and convoluted answers are all monks have,
Pandering endlessly to officials and rich patrons.
Good friends of the Dharma, so proud, let me tell you,
A brothel girl in gold brocade is worth more than any of you.
Emerging from the world's grime, a puritan saint is still nowhere
near a Buddha.
Enter a brothel once and Great Wisdom will explode upon you.
Manjushri should have let Ananda enjoy himself in the whorehouse
Now he will never know the joys of elegant love play.
A sex-loving monk, you object!
Hot-blooded and passionate, totally aroused.
Remember, though, that lust can consume all passion,
Transmuting base metal into pure gold.
The lotus flower
Is unstained by mud;
This single dewdrop,
Just as it is,
Manifests the real body of truth.
Follow the rule of celibacy blindly and you are no more than an
ass;
Break it and you are only human.
The spirit of Zen is manifest in ways countless as the sands of the
Ganges.
Every newborn is a fruit of the conjugal bond.
For how many aeons have secret blossoms been budding and
fading?
With a young beauty, sporting in deep love play;
We sit in the pavilion, a pleasure girl and this Zen monk.
Enraptured by hugs and kisses,
I certainly don't feel as if I am burning in hell.