--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
> --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "curtisdeltablues" > <curtisdeltablues@> wrote: > > > > The funny thing is that I am so out of the cosmic loop that I did > > think the comment was spiritual! For me sex is one of my most > > cherished experiences of being alive, and a profound connection > > with someone I love. It is my unity and GC all in one! I have > > to take a minute to remember the perspective that makes my POV > > "wrong"! > > It all depends upon one's definition of "spiritual." > I submit for your perusal poems by Zen Master Ikkyu: > > Ten days > In the monastery > Made me restless. > The red thread > On my feet > Is long and unbroken. > If one day you come > Looking for me, > Ask for me > At the fishmonger's, > In the tavern, > Or in the brothel. You can't really keep your mind on God in a brothel! > ********************************** > > The autumn breeze > of a single night of love > is better > than a hundred thousand years > of sterile sitting meditation. He's talking about true love, not that which is found in a brothel! > > ********************************** > > 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. In short....it's holy! > > > And the Sixth Dalai Lama (the original Turquoise Bee): > > White teeth smiling > Brightness of skin. > On my seat in the high lama's row > At the quick edge of my glance > I caught her looking at me. Mother Divine, perhaps? > > ********************************** > > By drawing diagrams on the ground > The stars of space can be measured. > Though familiar with the soft flesh > Of my lover's body > I cannot measure her depths. Because she's pretty shallow!! > > ********************************** > > If young girls never died > There would be no need to brew beer. > At such a time > This is a young man's surest source of refuge. That's why he's called a 'boy'! > ********************************** > > The meeting place for me and my love > Is the dense forest of the southern valley. > Except for the chattering parrot > No one knows about it. > Please, talkative parrot > Don't give away our secret. Right, he'd be tarred and feathered and run out of town!! > ********************************** > > People talk about me. > What they say may be true. > But just three short steps > Take me to the wine house of my lover. Where I get drunk and puke all the next morning! > ********************************** > > Don't tell me, > "Tsangyang! you're depraved." > Just like you > I desire pleasure and comfort, too. That's why he's called a boy! > ********************************** > > Meditating, my lama's face > Does not shine in my mind. > Unbidden my lover's face > Again and again appears. Twas the devil in disguise, come on'! > ********************************** > > I sought my lover at twilight > Snow fell at daybreak. > Residing at the Potala > I am Rigdzin Tsangyang Gyatso > But in the back alleys of Shol-town > I am rake and stud > Secret or not > No matter. > Footprints have been left in the snow. Send the police immediately!! :-) I see why Judy likes tearing your posts apart! :-)
