Ikkyu: Crow With No Mouth: 15th Century Zen Master
Age Eighty WeakAll Koans Just Lead You OnAll The Bad Things I Do Will Go Up In SmokeAll The Old Masters Want Is Money And FameAlone With The Icy Moon No PassionAmazingly Sad How Its Blade Mirrors The YearsAnd It Breaks My Heart How So EasilyAnd The Nights Inside You RockingAnd What Is The HeartAnother House Has Its Own Path Through The DarkAnybody Can Enter Buddha's WorldAt The Bath She Bathed Scrubbing Her Face And BodyA Beautiful Woman's Hot Vagina's Full Of LoveBefore Birth After BirthBelieve In The Man Facing You NowBeloved Wei-shan Wanted To Come Back As A Cow Grazing A Wide ValleyBooks Koans Sitting Miss The Heart But Not Fishermen's SongsBorn Born Everything Is Always BornBreak Open The Cherry Tree Where's The Flower?Break Through One Impasse There's Another Let The SweetBrown Ruffle Of Flame Rushes Across My White Paper DiplomaBrush Ink Plunge Forward Blind Man Who Knows Each Step In The DarkA Butterfly Hovers In Front Of Her FaceCheap Tea Thin Gruel Pale Leaves As Winter BeginsChopping Up Herbs Blood Flows From My Hand Into The BlockChrysanthemums Hammered Out Of Raw IronClouds Endless Clouds Climbing BeyondClouds Very High LookCrazy Cloud Likes His Own Mind Its Wish For Flutesongs Rainy NightsA Crazy Lecher Shuttling Between Whorehouse And BarThe Crow's Caw Was Ok But One Night With A Lovely WhoreCut Off Everything From Everything Stand Here The Soles Of Your FeetDon't Hesitate Get Laid That's WisdomDon't Wait For The Man Standing In The SnowDon't Worry Please Please How Many Times Do I Have To Say ItEat The Wind Eat The Water Nobody Can Say HowThe Edges Of The Sword Are Life And DeathEmpty Belly No Wine It's FreezingEven Before Trees Rocks I Was NothingEven If Buddha Himself Kneeled At My DeathbedEven In Its Scabbard My SwordEven Rinzai's Disciples Don't KnowA Flower Held Up Twirled Between Human FingersFlowers Are Silent Silence Is Silent The MindFlute Notes Bring Gods Demons Only That MusicFor Us No Difference Between Reading Eating SingingForget What The Masters Wrote Truth's A RazorFrogs At The Bottom Of A Well Like You IdiotFuck Flattery Success MoneyThe Girl Listening To The Poet Bursting With Poems Thinks NothingGo Down On Your Silly Knees PrayGravestones Melt To Stumps Of Stone KnobsHear The Cruel No-answer Until Blood Drips DownHer Mouth Played With My CockHere I Am Simply Trying To Get Into Your HeadHow Is My Hand Like Mori'sHsu-t'ang Tore Off His Robes Like A Broken SandalHundreds Of Peaks But Only One Lone Bell Out Of NowhereI Ask Yo Answer I Don't You Don'tI Can't Smell A Thing Can't See Their PinkI Didn't See One Thing On My TripI Don't Own A Sewing Needle But I Keep CalligraphyI Found My Sparrow Sonrin Dead One MorningI Hate It I Know It's Nothing But II Have To Admit My Passion Never LeavesI Like My Anger My Grouchy Furious LoveI Live In A Shack On The Edge Of Whorehouse RowI Love Bamboo How It LooksI Love Taking My New Girl Blind Mori On A Spring PicnicI Remember One Quiet Afternoon She Fished Out My CockI Still Worry About How I Look My Dry White Hair OhI Think Of Your Death Think Of Us TouchingI Try To Be A Good Man But All That ComesI Walked Through The Door Of Death Came Back Went Back Am HereI Was Like An Old Leafless Tree Until We Met Green Buds Burst AndI Went Half Crazy Studying Sitting For Days Now The One ThingI Woke From A Dream Of Death To Day's AmazingI Won't Die I Won't Go Away I'll Always Be HereI'd Love To Give You SomethingI'd Sniff You Like A Dog And Taste YouI'm Alive! Right? Don't We Say That?I'm Eighty Still Alive Looking Up Every NightI'm In It EverywhereI'm Like Wind Pouring Down Hills Into The CityI'm Pure ShameI'm Up Here In The Hills Starving MyselfI'm Whole As Long As I Hear You SingingI've Burnt All The Holy Pages I Used To CarryIcy Window Windy Snow Moon Tangled Among Black FlowersIf There's Nowhere To Rest At The EndIf You Don't Break Rules You're An Ass Not HumanIkkyo Near Death Returns Your Cloak To YouIkkyu The Whole Day Singing Boozing So Great SoIkkyu This Body Isn't Yours I Say To MyselfIn A Dazzling ScabbardIn Deep Winter I Write Poems Get Drunk The Cup's Heavier HeavierIn The Freezing Hall One Night In A Flimsy Robe I HallucinatedIn War There's No Time To Teach Or Learn Zen Carry A Strong StickInside The Koan Clear MindIt Isn't That We're Alone Or Not AloneIt Takes Horseshit To Grow BambooIt's A Hungry Morning When I Don't See HerIt's Logical: If You're Not Going AnywhereKeep Writing Those Deep Questions Sleep OnKnow Nothing I Know Nothing Nobody Does Can You Face MeLife's Like Climbing Knife-trees Hills With Swords Sticking UpLike A Knifeblade The Moon Will Be Full Then LessLin-chi Screamed Katsu! At Precisely The Right Time Gave Life DeathLin-chi's Followers Don't Know Zen I The Blind Donkey DoListen Whose Face Is It A PieceLone Moon No CloudsLong LifeLook Up Heaven Look Around You Earth Red Flesh White Bones CrushedMelons Eggplants Rice Rivers The SkyMen Are Like Cows Horses Fuck PoetryThe Mind Is Exactly This Tree That GrassMirror Facing A MirrorMy Death? Who Was It Anyway Always Where He Was NeverMy Dying Teacher Could Not Wipe Himself Unlike You DisciplesMy Friend's Funeral This MorningMy Gray Cat Jumped Up Just As I Lifted This SpoonMy Mind Can't Answer When You CallMy Monk Friend Has A Weird Endearing HabitMy Name Ikkyu's Disgusting Not Dust YetNature's A Killer I Won't Sing To ItNight After Night After Night Stay Up All NightNight Plum Blossoms Spreading Under A BranchNo Masters Only You The Master Is YouNo Money In A Dream Plums Simple And CloseNo More Zen Write One Great LineNo Nothing Only Those Wintry CrowsNo Tiny Wooden Hut With A Grass Roof In The HillsNo Walls No Roof No Anything My HouseNo Words Sitting Alone Night In My Hut Eyes Closed Hands OpenNobody Before Me Nobody AfterNobody Cares About My Hungers ThirstsNobody Knows I'm A Storm I'mNobody Knows Shit Nobody Lives AnywhereNobody Told The Flowers To Come Up NobodyNobody Understands My Not No Zen ZenNobody Understands Why We Do What We DoNot Two Not One EitherOctober Wind Crosses The WorldOh Green Green Willow Wonderfully Red FlowerOh The Evening Wind Hurries Smoke Our SmokeOh Yes Things Exist Like The Echo When You Yell At The Foot Of AOn The Deep Green Lily Pad DewOnce While She Was Cooking I Kneeled Put My Head Between Her WarmOne Half-thawed Lovesong Chilly As Dusk RemainsOne Long Pure Beautiful Road Of PainOne Of You Saved My Satori Paper I Know It Piece By Piece YouOne Pause Between Each Crow'sOne White Blossom SnowOne Wisp Rootless Shifting A Dot In The Blue SkyOnly A Kind Deadly Sincere ManOnly One Koan MattersOutrageous Eyes Ears Nose In The Cold One Silent Tinkling HellPassion's Red Thread Is InfinitePeace Isn't Luck For Six Years Stand Facing A Silent WallPine Needles Inches Deep Hug The GroundPleasure Pain Are Equal In A Clear HeartPlum Blossom Close To The Ground Her Dark Place OpensPoems Should Come From Bare GroundPoetry's Hellish Bullshit One Good Way To Suffer Men Love ItPoetry's Ridiculous Write It Feel ProudRaging In The Now Hungry For ItRain Drips From The Roof LipRain Hail Snow IceRaining Or NotRice Boils In My Broken-footed Iron PotRinzai Did It Without A CareSelf Other Right Wrong Wasting Your Life ArguingSexual Love's Attachment Pain Is Deeper Than I Can KnowShe'd Play With It Almost Anywhere Day And NightSick All I Can Think Of Is Love And Fucking The Love SongSick Of It Whatever It's Called Sick Of The NamesSick Zen From The Famous Three You Know Who I MeanSin Like A Madman Until You Can't Do Anything ElseSix Years Of Hunger Sitting Like A Secret In DarknessSkinny Legs Wandering No Friends The Lamppost Moves Not Me FollowingSo Burning's Knowing And I'm Not Even Drunk On Three WinesSo Many Paths Go Up From The FoothillsSo Many Words About ItSome Die Meditating Some On Their Feet But He Did BothSome Monks Live In Caves Build Huts On Snowy MountainsSomething In Us Always Wants To Cry OutSometimes All I Am Is A Dark EmptinessStand Tiptoe On The Tip Of A NeedleStare At It Until Your Eyes Drop OutStirring Old Ashes With His Eyes Shut TightSuddenly Nothing But GriefSutras Poems I Stash Them Under My Robe Burn Them AllTalk About Family Laws Ideals My Silence Drives Me MadTen Dumb Years I Wanted Things To Be Different Furious Proud I StillTen Fussy Days Running This Temple All Red TapeTen Years Of Whorehouse Joy I'm Alone Now In The MountainsThat Stone Buddha Deserves All The Birdshit It GetsThey Could Have Put A Small Doll In The UrnThey Do It In The Street In Broad Daylight Like Cows And HorsesThey Screw Inside The Temple Call In Students For 'mysterious SatoriThey Used Sticks And Yells And Other Tricks Those FakesThirsty You Dream Of Water Cold You Want FireThis Boat Is And Is NotThis Brick House I Live In Is Really The SkyThis Cow Has Come To Teach You: What You Do Is Where You AreThis Donkey Stumbles Blind Over Stones Into Walls DitchesThis Hungry Monk Chanting By Lamplight Is BuddhaThis Ink Painting Of Wind Blowing Through PinesThis Morning's Koan's A Poem Tonight People Flock To This MountainThis Soul Torch I Hold Up Lights The SkyThis Useless Dying Koan Body Singing Its LustThis World This Thing You And I Call KnowingThose Old Koans Meaningless Just Ways Of Faking VirtueThree-foot Axe Leans On The Headsman's BlockUp All Night In This Fisherman's Hut Drinking TalkingWatching My Four-year-old Daughter DanceWe Live In A Cage Of Light An Amazing CageWe're Lost Born In Delusions Deeper Than Any MindWe're Lost Where The Mind Can't Find UsA Well Nobody Dug Filled With No WaterWhen I Was Forty-seven Everybody Came To See MeWhere You Are Whatever You DoWhite-haired Priest In His EightiesWho Brought These Fish Sizzling In The Pan I'll Never Stop ThinkingWho Teaches Truth? Good/bad The Wrong WayWhy Is It All So Beautiful This Fake DreamWife Daughters Friends This Is For You SatoriThe Wise Know Nothing At AllA Woman Is Enlightenment When You're With Her And The Red ThreadYoso Hangs Up Ladles Baskets Useless Donations In The TempleYou Can Hear It When It Doesn't Even MoveYou Can't Be Anyone But YouYou Can't Make Cherry Blossoms By Tearing Off PetalsYou Me When I Think Really Think About ItYou Poor Sad Thing Thinking Death Is RealYou Stand Inside Me Naked Infinite LoveYou Won't Even Be Here To Read ThemYour Name Mori Means Forest Like The Infinite FreshZen's Finished Stick Your Brain In A Peach Branch Guzzle Sake--Table of Poems fromPoem Finder®