to the small poem and the quiet voice within

ikkyu

IKKYU

My real dwelling
Has no pillars
And no roof either
So rain cannot soak it
And wind cannot blow it down

7 Comments

  1. Sandra McPherson

    Secretly the real dwelling has, is, can, will, does, something of some sort, maybe we hope! Has something to love?

  2. Jean Casey

    I’ll bite! Izzit the house of the third little pig??? :>}

  3. Robert M. Zoschke

    Came down from my
    Ivory tower
    And found no world

    Jack Kerouac–1955

  4. Phil Hansotia

    This is the classic statement of the Oriental ascetic.
    He needs no prop, no cover, he is confident in his principles and cannot be washed or blown away. the ultimate epitaph!

  5. delphine sanks

    Certainly is intriguing.

  6. Barbara Vroman

    Yes!!!

    THIS is your style, Norb.

  7. E.Q. Jones

    Nice painting – Hut of the Blind Donkey?

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