This often happens: I present a koan that isn’t yet ripe – or, rather, I’m not ripe with the koan – and then it ripens and falls from the tree moments after I’ve left the dokusan room.
I woke up for a moment last night thinking about this. Half-awake, half-asleep, I thought: I wish I could go back to that koan and that meeting.
Then, immediately, another thought: Always a koan. Always a meeting.