I was just browsing through a book called Zen Sex, which I’m just about to give to a friend as a birthday present and I stumbled upon this poem:

The autumn breeze of a single night of love is better than
a hundred thousand years of sterile sitting meditation.

which is from a beloved Zen poet Ikkyu. What do you think? ;-)

(since at the moment I only have the latter I cannot compare! :D )