ABSTRACT
I shan't die, I shan't go anywhere, I'll be here; But don't ask me anything, I shan't answer. —Death verse of Master Ikkyū Riding this wooden upside-down horse, I'm about to gallop through the void. Would you seek to trace me? Ha! Try catching the tempest in a net. —Death verse of Master Kukoku Dimly for thirty years; Faintly for thirty years— Dimly and faintly for sixty years: At my death I pass my feces and offer them to Brahmā. —Written by Master Ikkyū as death approached
