To help me in my seemingly endless grief I am revisiting the Zen literature of Japanese and Chinese writers and poets — Ryokan, Bashō, Buson, Issa.

To help me in my seemingly endless grief I am revisiting the Zen literature of Japanese and Chinese writers and poets — Ryokan, Bashō, Buson, Issa.
My Buddhist teacher is cloaked in mystery I have never met her — yes, I do know her gender — or heard her voice. We correspond via email, an annoyingly modern … Continue reading My own ‘space dancer!’