Daido Roshi has passed

//Daido Roshi has passed

Daido Roshi has passed

Since 7:30 this morning in New York, John Daido Loori Roshi is no longer as he had been known since birth in 1930.
It was raining tonight as I emerged from the Métro to go sit with my Wild Flower friends, innumerable drops endlessly falling, « general all over, » as Joyce wrote of the snow in « The Dead. »
« All over » is unfathomable, as is the last breath « out, » and the next breath « in » that doesn’t come.
All we can say, as Bernie Glassman Roshi wrote, is that John Daido Loori Roshi has passed from this realm of practice.
Bernie’s eulogy can be read here: Daido Roshi

By | 2015-10-02T12:39:57+01:00 octobre 9th, 2009|Textes|3 Comments

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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste. The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.

3 Comments

  1. Freddy 11 octobre 2009 at 15 h 26 min - Reply

    Isapwo Muksiska, a Blackfoot indian chief dying in 1890 whispered this:
    What is life?
    It’s a flash of firefly in the night,
    It’s a breath of a buffalo in winter time,
    It’s a little shadow that runs through the grass
    And loses itself in the sunset.

  2. Peter 10 octobre 2009 at 13 h 37 min - Reply

    "There is no death of anyone except in appearance, even as there is no
    birth of anyone or becoming, except only in appearance." Apollonius of Tyana.

  3. Ting 10 octobre 2009 at 8 h 39 min - Reply

    Though I never met Daido Roshi, when I read what people write about him, I feel grateful for his life and I feel inspired.
    A human life can be a beacon of hope to others.

    Much like most of us never met Obama, and he too can be such a beacon and receive the Nobel-price for peace because of it.

    And I think we are all part of this emerging hope.
    (In a ridiculous simile taken fro american football; the credit for a decisive passing game is shared between the passer and the receiver.)

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