Consider the Buddhist Monk sequestered in a monastery, following a strict regime throughout the day, slowing finding his way to enlightenment isolated from the affairs of the world.

     And then consider this poem by Ikkyu:

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.



     Why is this Buddhist monk writing of such things?  Or consider the following.


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.)

     Eight inches?  Is this guy for real?

















Some of his poems


Wikipedia's article--not

    much here!


Illustrations and Links


 Reference to Ikkyu by

Yasunari Kawabata in his 1968 Nobel Prize acceptance speech.


Poems of Ikkyu, Bankei and Ryokan