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January 26th, 2014


It’s kind of weird that I should toss up such a long post on the subject of silence, but that’s how it is. I just haven’t wanted to say anything for awhile. That’s not true, I’ve wanted to say a lot, but I haven’t said what didn’t need to be said.

The world seems awfully noisy these days. When I manage to quiet the first impulse to talk back, I find that nothing needs to be said. There’s a thought: maybe nothing at all ever needs to be said! Should I ever confirm that for myself I won’t be talking about it, so I encourage you to investigate silence for yourself.

Everywhere there’s an argument, a cause, a rumble. An upset in the paper, a battle on Twitter, an outrage on Facebook, a side for, and another side in stark raving opposition. Perhaps this is what happens this time of year, in the fearsome dark and slogging cold (or alarming heat) of winter. We go stir-crazy. We pick fights, name names, make enemies, slam doors, close our ears and pound out open, clever, biting letters, as though our point of view is an urgent and necessary correction to the world’s spin.

Anytime I feel like my opinion is a matter of life and death I’m overlooking life and death.

Dogo and Zengen came to a house to express condolences. Zengen tapped on the coffin and said, “Is this life or death?” Dogo said, “I don’t say life, I don’t say death.” Zengen said, “Why don’t you?” Dogo said, “I won’t say, I won’t say.”

On the way back Zengen said, “Master, please say it to me right away. If you don’t, I shall hit you.” Dogo said, “If you want to hit me, you can hit me. But I will never say.” Thereupon Zengen hit him.

Some time later Dogo passed away. Zengen went to Sekiso and told him what had happened. Sekiso said, “I don’t say life, I don’t say death.” Zengen said, “Why don’t you?” Sekiso said, “I won’t say, I won’t say.” With these words, Zengen came suddenly to an insight.

This is a koan, a Zen teaching story from a long time ago. I encountered it myself a while back and now I’m realizing how deeply it impacted me.  I first came upon it around the time my mother was dying, and I thought at first that it might settle some of my distress surrounding death, and how to prepare, what I should know, how it would be, and if there was a Zen answer that I could enlighten her with. It does give the answer, completely, just not in words.

I once heard my teacher refer to this koan with delight in the student’s obvious desperation. Imagine being willing to hit the teacher for a definitive word — a this or a that — to settle the mind’s unrelenting torment.  A student like that is close to his or her own breakthrough, and the teacher teaches best with silence.

I won’t say, I won’t say.

When I met my literary agent Ted Weinstein for the first time, he was curious about the Zen student-teacher relationship. He asked me something like, “How are the insights conveyed — through the dialectic?”

He is a very smart, well-educated and well-read man. Perhaps he talks like this all the time, but I had no idea what that word “dialectic” even meant (it means discussion). Even so, I answered immediately and perhaps intuitively.

“Absolutely not. Nothing is conveyed that way.”

The motto for becoming genuine: nothing is gained by speaking.Hongzhi

When I was nearing the end of the last manuscript—an end like all ends that never appears before its time—I read my way through Katagiri Roshi’s Returning to Silence. I’d had the book on my shelf for decades, another relic from a past life. I can’t recall if I’d ever read it completely. Either way, it had never spoken to me as clearly as this time. Just a few sentences every night and the day’s doubt would quiet and I could pass into rest. It was such a balm that I was reluctant to finish. I did finish, but I can return again, and not just to the words, but to the truth of the words, which require no argument from me.

“Buddhism is really hard, particularly Dogen’s teaching. He gives you a very hard practice: Keep your mouth shut and look directly at impermanence!” — Dainin Katagiri Roshi

The Returning to Silence Retreat at Grailville March 27-30 is open to full- and part-time registration.


  1. “The motto for becoming genuine: nothing is gained by speaking.” — Hongzhi.
    “You have to say something.”–Katagiri Roshi.
    How lovely.

    Comment by Dave O'Neal — January 27, 2014 @ 9:19 am

  2. Hmmmm–makes me think about what I’ve noticed lately–at funerals–a lot of speakers, speeches, and if not that, slide shows. Made me think of low-attendance funerals, the kind my family’s bound to have. It made me a little sad, but now, after reading this, I’m not so sad anymore. It will be okay.

    Comment by Tara — January 27, 2014 @ 4:34 pm

  3. I knew I’d been talking far too much — but the words, words are so lovely —

    Comment by Elizabeth Aquino — January 27, 2014 @ 11:36 pm

  4. I guess the words we speak are the expression of the thoughts that pass through us and take our fancy. In another moment they could be completely different. I like the idea that thoughts are not personal.
    Have a wonderful day.

    Comment by SImone — January 28, 2014 @ 1:59 am

  5. “I won’t say.” Three-syllables compass.

    Comment by Jena — January 28, 2014 @ 12:44 pm

  6. All I can say is thank you.


    Comment by Jude Smith — January 29, 2014 @ 9:54 am

  7. This is a very hard lesson to learn.

    Comment by Christine — February 4, 2014 @ 3:15 pm

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