Gary Snyder - Toji lyrics

Shington temple, Kyoto Men asleep in their underwear Newspapers under their heads Under the eaves of Toji, Kobo Daishi solid iron and ten feet tall Strides through, a pigeon on his hat. Peering through chickenwire grates At dusty gold-leaf statues A cynical curving round-belly Cool Bodhisattva--maybe Avalokita-- Bis**ual and tried it all, weight on One leg, haloed in snake-hood gold Shines through the shadow An ancient hip smile Tingling of India and Tibet. Loose-breasted young mother With her kids in the shade here Of old Temple tree, Nobody bothers in you Toji; The streetcar clanks by outside.