Once, when I was about 12, my father came into my room holding a book. He was in his forties at the time. “I want to show you something,” he said. The book was an autobiography…

In Japan, people will often refer to “the paradise of the Pure Land,” leading to the belief that paradise and the Pure Land are one and the same, but I don’t think this is the case.…

Zen and the Art of Transmission