Carrying the coffin containing our Teacher, Zen Master Seung Sahn (1927-2004), down the stairs from Hwa Gye Sah Temple one last time. Together with Mu Shim Sunim and Dae Soeng Sunim. We escorted him to our ancestral root-temple, Su Dok Sah, for his 5-day public obsequies and cremation in the center of the nearby forest.
Smartphones were still five years away. How would he have taught “don’t know” in all of this distraction? Would anyone have heard his teaching at all? It certainly was a purer, quieter time.