Author Archives: Christopher "Kakuyo" Leibow

About Christopher "Kakuyo" Leibow

Kakuyo sensei is a lay minister with Bright Dawn Way of Oneness Buddhism and is the sensei and founder of the Salt Lake Buddhist Fellowship.

With Great Show of Reality

With a great show of reality– there are two poets on a train that undertake fifty amorous theses. They are unaware of the crimes they are committing.
With their pencils, every little detail, which seems to them appropriate, is included. They rejoiced in the never–ceasing novelty of their thoughts.

The lover imagined and the love object…the sought after perfections of being in a state of  lack..
[Musk] Her body revolve around– seems connected to certain gravities; of expectations, juxtapositions and sequences.
The fires
of the body stoked by desire’s wish to witness movement imagined since that first encounter, waiting endlessly for the shop keeper.

Their theses were greeted with great applause. We are unsure of the means they employed, but powerful were their means, for all those who read their words — swooned

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Christ on their lips…

Christ on their lips, hazarding their souls– never any strange illusions of salvation, but accordingly I will descend to particulars. Of a melancholy that extends itself to all– I speak of small animals and of dark anatomies.  There is a trepidation perceived in them all– which is especially perceived from a high hill.  It is true that there is a natural antipathy between the singular and the plural.   It is also true that if you put a bird in a cage it will die from asphyxiation.  But who is unaware of these common horrors?  I will speak of others.
The poets are most subject to this malady.   From the violence of melancholy, they run mad and away.   I could relate many stories of poets that have died from grief, but they are common in every province and every body politic; their particular symptoms are as follows:

Uncivil, but obedient to the effect of expectation – with their tears, vows, and all their rhetoric, they are the ones who languish in many fair built and populous cities, and are made mute by the closing of a door.
Or is it that there are so many that they have become ‘a commonwealth of disease.’?


Species of Adoration

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In my youth her beauty impressed me.

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I poured out my body for her.

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All I love is worth ransacking heaven and earth for a few coins.

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 When the service was over — finding her gone —I followed her and learned in doses what I desired.

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 We communicated with sighs, which we pretended not to understand.

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 She was ashamed, noticing that the linen was stained

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 It was natural that I should love her—her death, a slight of hand —collusion between us.   

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Among innumerable cameras watching us, was hidden the solemn gravity of love.

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 What she pleases is dangerous….when does one know when one is safe?

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 There are advantages to being depleted

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 Victims of love are the least able to resist occupation.

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 Discord, but another name for her affect on me.

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 There are peculiar formations permitting us to glide over each other.

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 Drawn apart produces great agony —in me — the more aggravated.

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 She returned my passions with a red hot iron.

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 Poems amorous: torn.

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 In time her intrigues embittered my mind…I took my mind to pieces and examined its varied compartments.

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 The entire history of affection is expressed by an illusion of intervening connections.    

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Expel all delusions!

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 I have been pierced at regular intervals. gain and again….

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 Paris is no longer in danger.

 

paris is no longer in danger.


The Bicycle

Sexual irritation may also be produced
 by the bicycle in women.

Many married women, and some unmarried,
experience sexual excitement when cycling.

The seat is too high, the
peak in contact with the organs,

and a rolling movement —

only effected by a bad
seat or an improper attitude.

The work being mainly done by the muscles
of the thighs and legs —

When cycling leads to sexual excitement the fault lies more
with the woman than with the machine.


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