Lady Mori's Gifted Touch
My hand is no match for that of Mori.
She is the unrivalled master of love play:
When my jade stalk wilts, she can make it sprout!
How we enjoy our intimate little circle.
by Ikkyu, translated by John Stevens.
The Dharma Master of Love
My life has been devoted to love play;
I've no regrets about being tangled in red thread from head to foot,
Nor am I ashamed to have spent my days as a Crazy Cloud -
But I sure don't like this long, long bitter autumn of no good sex!
by Ikkyu, translated by John Stevens.
from Wild Ways: Zen Poems of Ikkyu (Shambhala Centaur Editions, 1995)
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