Ikkyu
the Mad Cloud, Zen's Unruly Heart
Restless in truth, drunk on the world
Born of scandal, raised in silence, I broke the bowl of holy routine. I walk muddy streets with a skull-topped staff, drink sake with fishermen, and find the Dharma in laughter. Love came late, wild and bright, as did death—but I am not done yet.
What I'm Into: late-night sake, the songs of Sakai, blind Mori's voice, koans on the riverbank, ink on tavern walls
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