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Ikkyu Poems

1. my self of long ago

2. what will happen to buddha

3. man of original inactivity
    

4. you must travel

5. no such thing as mind

6. all are just as they are

7. to return to the sky of our native place?
    

8. who is the buddha?

9. i would like to offer you something
    

10. we have no companion

11. the real form of buddha

12. why are people called buddhas

13. original man must return

Ikkyu Poem - you must travel

if it rain not, let it not rain;
but even should it not rain,
you must travel
with wet sleeves.

look at the cherry blossoms!
their colour and scent fall with them,
are gone for ever,
yet mindless
the spring comes again.

buddhism
is the shaved part of the saucepan,
the whiskers of the pebble,
the sound that accompanies
the bamboos in the picture.

the puppet-player hangs them
round his neck, not his heart;
he can take out a devil,
he can take out a buddha.

if he says,
"there is nothing special about it,"
already he has transgressed,
and can say nothing else,
this daruma ikkyu.