Lots of arms, just like Kannon the Goddess;
Sacrificed for me, garnished with citron, I revere it so!
The taste of the sea, just divine!
Sorry, Buddha, this is another precept I just cannot keep.
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Exhausted with gay pleasures, I embrace my wife.
The narrow path of asceticism is not for me:
My mind runs in the opposite direction.
It is easy to be glib about Zen -- I’ll just keep my mouth shut
And rely on love play all the day long.
that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it getsgreat links, sir greenwood.
I wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind
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I love the joyousness, and the mixing of profound beautiful poems with ones like:
A Man's Root:
Eight inches strong, it is my favourite 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 fundoshi is a type of loose-fitting underwear once worn by Japanese men.) (*)
Oh, sad: the Shambhala "Wild Ways" collection of his work is out of print - I hope I still have mine somewhere...
posted by freebird at 10:51 PM on July 18, 2004