I held a séance a couple of days ago, and I summoned the spirit of Mazu Daoyi, I was so sick and in such pain that the force of it was shaking the night sky.
The windows rattled and the floor creaked and I asked the old faker, Sun Faced Buddha, Moon faced Buddha?
His answer still lingers, when I wake.
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Notes on my stumbling along the path to Zen.
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