IKKYU
My real dwelling
Has no pillars
And no roof either
So rain cannot soak it
And wind cannot blow it down
to the small poem and the quiet voice within
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Secretly the real dwelling has, is, can, will, does, something of some sort, maybe we hope! Has something to love?
I’ll bite! Izzit the house of the third little pig??? :>}
Came down from my
Ivory tower
And found no world
Jack Kerouac–1955
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!
Certainly is intriguing.
Yes!!!
THIS is your style, Norb.
Nice painting – Hut of the Blind Donkey?