At Roshi’s Grave
Tassajara Zen Center, Carmel Valley, California
Tassajara Zen Center, Carmel Valley, California
By Margaret Chula
Morning twilight. I awaken in my cabin in the Ventana Wilderness.
This is my last day at Tassajara and I want to pay homage to Shunryu Suzuki, its first abbot. The trail to Roshi’s grave is labeled “The Path.” Deep summer and the tensile leaves crackle underfoot, broken from oak trees that hold forth like sacred sentinels. After a steep incline, I round the corner into the clearing— Stonehenge, Greek ruins, this perimeter of stones. I hesitate before entering and gassho from a distance. His grave marker is five feet high and shaped like the island of Honshu. Roshi’s deshi have raked circular patterns around trees in the clearing with a rake stored in a cylindrical tube of rolled tin. Someone has hung a Tibetan prayer flag to honor Trungpa Rimpoche, whose ashes are buried here with his friend. Roshi, all week I felt your presence while meditating in the zendo. Though I could not honor you then, today I will remove the dead flowers and place new ones on your grave. a fly buzzes a song sparrow chirps the sun comes up |