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Ikkyu & Fuke


"DIALOGUE WITH A YAMABUSHI

One time, when Ikkyu was in a solitary mood, he went to the Kanto with only his flute for company. A yamabushi happened to meet this priest strolling up the path playing his flute like a wandering komuso. Feigning stupidity, the yamabushi approached and asked him,


"I say there, wandering priest, where are you going"
"I go wherever the wind takes me."
"I see. But what do you do when the wind stops blowing?"
"Why I just do the blowing myself," said Ikkyu turning back to his flute.

Outdone, the yamabushi clapped his mouth shut and passed by without a backward glance.

Notes
1. Ikkyu's love of the Japanese flute is well documented.
2. The Komuso were an eccentric fraternity of itinerant monks of the Tokugawa period. These members of the so-called Fuke sect of Zen were noted for their odd hats which resembled a beehive and covered the monk's entire face. They wandered all over Japan "playing enlightenment" on long shakuhachi flutes. Often they carried swords as well, and it was generally suspected that no small number of their ranks were nothing more than mercenaries in clerical disguise. Because of the bad reputation that it developed, the sect was often made subject to government regulation, and it was entirely supressed in 1871.
The supposed founder of the Fuke sect was the Chinese monk P'u-k'o (Jpn: Fuke). Since Ikkyu dedicated poems to bamboo, to P'u-k'o, and to the shakuhachi, the later Fuke sect claimed him as one of their founding figures, though the supporting evidence for this thesis is very weak. No full study of the Fuke fraternity exists in English, but my"Shakuhachi Zen: The Fukeshu and Komuso," Monumenta Nipponica, vol. 32, no. 4 (Winter 1977), pp. 411- 440, will provide the curious reader with a useful introduction to the group. ***pp.295-296"

From Zen-Man Ikkyu by James H. Sanford

Wednesday

Grace, Snyder's Take:

"We venerate the Three Treasures [teachers, the wild, and friends] And are thankful for this meal The work of many people And the sharing of other forms of life."

Eating

"Eating is a sacrament. The grace we say clears our hearts and guides the children and welcomes the guest, all at the same time. We look at eggs, apples, and stew. They are evidence of plenitude, excess, a great reproductive exuberance. Millions of grains of grass-seed that will become rice or flour, millions of codfish fry that will never, and must never, grow to maturity. Innumerable little seeds are sacrifices to the food-chain. A parsnip in the ground is a marvel of living chemistry, making sugars and flavors from earth, air, water. And if we do eat meat it is the life, the bounce, the swish, of a great alert being with keen ears and lovely eyes, with foursquare feet and a huge beating heart that we eat, let us not deceive ourselves. We too will be offerings—we are all edible. And if we are not devoured quickly, we are big enough (like the old downed trees) to provide a long slow meal to the smaller critters. Whale carcasses that sink several miles deep in the ocean feed organisms in the dark for fifteen years. (It seems to take about two thousand to exhaust the nutrients in a high civilization.)"
- Gary Snyder

Tuesday

Every Day

Every morning when you wake up you recreate yourself.
Every night when you go to sleep you deconstruct yourself.
Bring your deconstructed self into the light.

Issa, translated by Nanao Sakaki


Scythe...

... of relief.
Bodhi swings in a new year.
watercolor, ink and paper. 22"X30"

Hair Today...

... gone tomorrow.
Bodhi contemplates the end.
C. Gar reminds Bodhi of the old hippie rule "if your pony tail at the point where it's tied is less than the thickness of a pencil, time for a haircut my friend."
watercolor, ink and paper. 22"X30"