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Lions Roar : January 2011
62 SHAMBHALA SUN JANUARY 2011 I t is the final evening of Rohatsu, the most intense retreat on the Zen mo- nastic calendar (the “monk killer,” Japanese practitioners call it), and we are taking a drive down to the sutra hall, where the fol- lowing morning we would perform the traditional Jodo-e ceremony in honor of the Buddha’s enlight- enment. for the first time in anyone’s recollection, our teacher would not be attending. “i coming diiiiiiiificult,” he’d said in his broken english. “My body ooooold.” his face, ancient yet lineless, bloomed into one of those buoyant expres- sions that the elderly and infants have in common. Body old, check. going to the sutra hall diffi- cult, check. and yet here we were at 11 p.m., load- ing him into the old lexus. He should be resting at this late hour, i thought. What does he want to show SHozan Jack HaubneR is a pseudonym. He is a zen practitioner living somewhere in the u.S. us? exhausted and ornery, i was in no mood for a lesson. Which is to say, i was ripe for the kind my teacher excels in providing. i crouched on the driver’s seat and a nun guided our teacher from his wheelchair down onto my up- turned palm. not five feet tall, this man is nonethe- less profoundly dense. i heaved and strained until he was comfortably positioned in the passenger seat. have you ever felt the butt of an impossibly old man? Well, there’s not much of it to feel. it was as pliant and yielding as overchewed bubble gum, and my fingers went straight to the bone. i could feel his skeleton. he is that exposed to the world. “there is just the thinnest membrane separating him from death,” my priest–mentor told me recently. “Okay Roshi?” i asked, using his honorific. “Yeahhh,” he sighed. he was cocooned in two cashmere blankets and a massive scarf that went around his tiny yet rotund body three times. he wore an enormous fur hat that towered on the top Hugging Whoooole World “Body oooold,” the Zen master says, but still he can summon the power to hug the whole world. SHoZan Jack HauBner wonders what will happen to Zen after the master dies. illustRatiOns BY hilde thOMpsOn