Amy Simpson

‘Suzuki Roshi came to my house in Redwood City for meetings for a few months. On one occasion, he left his small emblematic stick. I thought that he might want it before the Sunday meeting in San Francisco, so I stopped by the Temple (then on Bush Street) to leave it. 

He was there and when I handed it to him, I asked what the Japanese characters on it meant. “Whatever you say is not the truth,” he replied. Thinking that he had misunderstood me, I repeated the question, with the same result. I thought, silently, how true that is.’ (from the Haiku Zendo Chronicles

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