My dear, close friend Natasha…whose name I forgot the other day (never been known for my brains)…just posted this question with photo on my Facebook Wall. An interesting contemplation for those of us who knew and/or studied with the man, in the long proud tradition of Zen Koans and scary meetings with your spiritual teacher.
My initial response:
My second response, after a moment of contemplation:
He probably wouldn’t say anything, just sit and stare kindly and make the space really, really uncomfortable until my ego freaked out and I exploeded, cried, raged and then finally relaxed and smiled back.