Guest guest Posted December 27, 2005 Report Share Posted December 27, 2005 After I read my first book on Zen, I phoned the temple to inquire about meditation schedules. To my surprise, the Roshi himself answered the phone. Instead of telling me when meditation was available, he asked me, " Why do you want to come? Are you sick? " " No, I'm not sick " " Then, you shouldn't come. I have a very contagious decease. " " What's its name? " " I don't know, maybe it has no name. " " How is it caught? " If you look at me you're in mortal danger, if you touch me you'll die. " I laughed. " When can I come? " When I saw him in person, I reminded him of the conversation. He laughed good naturally. " Yes, it's a matter of time now. Nothing can save you. " " How long you think I'll last? " I joked. He shook his head. " A long time. You're a thinker, they take a long time to die. Very painful. He shook his head again, " Not good! " Pete Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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