You passed from this life into the heart of Buddha this morning and, while I didn't think I could miss you more, I do. Ringing 108 bells in the silence of the morning zendo, I thought of the countless times you encouraged me to practice hard, to be generous, and to stand up for the equality of all beings because they are also the Dharma. You did this for many, many others too. I have no doubt that your karma will generate the light of wisdom and compassion into the unforeseeable future.
Your name, Zenkei, means inconceivable joy. Though you sometimes had to work to find it in yourself, your hugs, your smiles, your wry humor, and your teachings were surely spreading it around. I particularly remember how close we were during my shuso practice period. You were co-leading with Shosan Vicki Austin and the after-breakfast coffee klatsch was a daily treat for me.
There will be more to say and more bells to ring, but for now I am reflecting on your Dharma.
I miss you, dear one.
With nine bows of respect and gratitude,