At 105, a Zen master blends East with a bit of L.A.
The Zen master would not stop talking.
Several times he began to draw his teachings to a close, explaining to his students that he was tired and in poor health. Then he would burst down another path.
He discussed the difficulties of raising children. He lingered on the subject of death. Eventually, he raised a small fist in the air.
“Everybody is together at one point,” he said. “We cry together, we love together. There is no moment in which we are not together.”
He is 105 years old and not even 5 feet tall, with paper-white skin and a blocky, bald head. Enveloped in …