There was once a sense of revolution here around San Francisco, and a strange melding of African-American, Asian-American, Native American, and Anglo-American influences. A bop and beat culture with Taoist and Buddhist influences, that understood that Native Americans had the right idea about the land, and was determined to bring Western science into the mix. The psychedelics made a transformation of culture seem imminent. The appearance of amazing teachers from the East made the transformation of culture seem imminent. The advent of rock ‘n roll and punk rock made the transformation of culture appear imminent.
Last time I saw Kobun (unusual Zen guy, wanted to be called Kobun without any honorific), he was concluding three week-long sesshins back-to-back. Someone asked him if he had any pain or numbness in the lotus, and he replied that he never did (of course, his father was a Zen teacher, and Kobun first started sitting at age seven). Kobun noted that he did have pain in seiza, sitting on the knees.
“all bozos on this bus”- David Chadwick’s byline.