Editorial
The following is an excerpt from this issue:
In 1980 I entered Eihieji, one of the two head Soto temples in Japan, and went through Tangaryo – an intense kind of probation or screening period for new monks.
After that I was formally accepted into the training community and given a designated sitting place in the Sodo (monks hall). This happened to be in front of the teacher’s seat.
On my first day at Eiheiji I had no idea who the teacher was. It was all very new to me then. There was so much to take in, to observe and learn.
One morning during zazan the teacher recited a poem by Daichi Zenji. It was a poem that really moved my heart… (Continued on page 1)
