Best 26 quotes of Ikkyu on MyQuotes

Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers; But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.

Break open the cherry tree: where are the blossoms? Just wait for spring time to see how they bloom.

Don't read the sutras - practice meditation. Don't take up the broom - practice meditation. Don't plant tea seeds - practice meditation.

Eight inches strong, it is my favourite thing; If I'm alone at night, I embrace it fully - A beautiful woman hasn't touched it for ages. Within my fundoshi there is an entire universe!

From the world of passions returning to the world of passions: There is a moment's pause. If it rains, let it rain, if the wind blows, let it blow.

Having no destination, I am never lost.

Learn how to read the love letters sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon.

Like vanishing dew, a passing apparition or the sudden flash of lightning -- already gone -- thus should one regard one's self.

Look at the cherry blossoms! Their color and scent fall with them, Are gone forever, Yet mindless The spring comes again.

Many paths lead from the foot of the mountain, but at the peak we all gaze at the single bright moon.

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

The salvation of birds and beasts, oneself included - this is the object of Shakyamuni's religious austerities.

The tree is stripped, All color, fragrance gone, Yet already on the bough, Uncaring spring!

Watching my four year old daughter dance I cannot break free of her.

You do this, you do that You argue left, you argue right You come down, you go up This person says no, you say yes Back and forth You are happy You are really happy

born born everything is always born thinking about it try not to

clouds very high look not one word helped them get up there

don't wait for the man standing in the snow to cut off his arm help him now

Hearing a crow with no mouth Cry in the deep Darkness of the night, I feel a longing for My father before he was born.

I can see clouds a thousand miles away, hear ancient music in the pines.

I'd love to give you something but what would help?

it isn't that we're alone or not alone whose voice do you want mine? yours?

sick of it whatever it's called sick of the names I dedicate every pore to what's here

Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind. A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure. Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds; Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.

that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it gets I wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind

we're lost where the mind can't find us utterly lost