I Hate Incense

by Ikkyu

A master's handiwork cannot be measured
But still priests wag their tongues explaining
the "Way" and babbling about "Zen."
This old monk has never cared for false piety
And my nose wrinkles at the dark smell of
incense before the Buddha.


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