All Hail Zenshin!
February 20, 2012
Dear Zenshin:
How pleasant to sit in Vimalakirti’s room. Patch robed monks, burley belly dancers, pimps and poinsettias not to mention horned frogs, turtles, lampreys and all those first year bodhisattvas trying to jump onto those humongous golden thrones reserved for those who have attained at least the eighth bhumi (I won’t go on about the deer, lions, upasakas and all else who were present.) It all barely allowed for the huge flat screen TV on which we could watch, in living color and three D no less, all projection, not just mine or yours.
I’ll be sure to note all the joy, splendor and love that bathed the entirety in golden light, sort of like Michael Renney as he walked out from that space ship on the appropriately entitled “Mall” at Washington D.C., our capitol city, in the movie “The Day the Earth Stood Still”, in my report to Akshobhya although I am sure he already knows.
I assure you all stand ready for a repeat performance.
With love and devotion, I will always appear for you, if needs be, as dark blue, with three eyes and fangs, trampling on human corpses, wearing a tiger skin skirt, hair streaming upwards with a crown of five skulls and a necklace of human heads, surrounded by flames of wisdom and wrathful compassion.
Mr. Kotatsu
