The Master
I still think back to those days in Japan, when I studied zazen under the guidance of Rōshi Miaki. I had been looking for something in my life, and when I stumbled upon the group of monks, quietly sitting, I knew I had found my place. Eventually, I had to acknowledge that he was not the teacher for me. His koans were too difficult to understand, and I couldn't overcome my resentment of the way he kept throwing his feces at me. Not to mention the lice.
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I remember one day he flung his poo at me, and I said, "Why did you just do that?" I pointed to the feces sliding down my face, and he said, "You will never advance in the ways of zazen as long as you blame others for your failures."
To this day that statement still leaves me nonplussed. Namaste.