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