[Candor7]

Yep, there is always a catch, LOL.

The question always is whether one wants “her” or whether one wants “it.”

Very difficult to relax and be a pleasant human being at times.

It’s why we are only a few generations removed from wearing swords, although I do keep my Scottish basket hilt sharp in my closet. Just in case I run out of lead.

A great line, a short sexy haiku by the Japanese poet Ikkyu.

“Even in its scabbard, my sword still sees you.”

If a lady understands that, she is a winner.

There will be no bar fight.

[pawpawrick]

When I was in high school back in the 60s two black girls got in a fight in the cafeteria over the ugliest black dude in class. One took a swipe with a pointed nail file, the other pulled a seam ripper out of her afro and laid it across the girls face. Both got suspended and I think he ended up with another girl. I would never, ever get in the middle of a fight between two girls. They’ll turn on you like rabid dogs.

[poconopundit]

Many thanks for introducing me to the poet and part-time Zen monk, Ikkyu Sojun (1394-1481). You made my morning, Candor7 :-)

I found a short, but excellent tribute to this honorable rascal.  Another poem:

To Lady Mori with Deepest Gratitude and Thanks

The tree was barren of leaves but you brought a new spring.
Long green sprouts, verdant flowers, fresh promise.
Mori, if I ever forget my profound gratitude to you,
Let me burn in hell forever.

And another:

A Meal of Fresh Octopus

Lots of arms, just like Kannon the Goddess;
Sacrificed for me, garnished with citron, I revere it so!
The taste of the sea, just divine!
Sorry, Buddha, this is another precept I just cannot keep.

Reading further I was delighted to see Ikkyu was born and raised in Saga prefecture, a stone's throw from Sasebo city, my wife's hometown in western Kyushu.