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I first heard this story from Nyogen

Senzaki in his noisy little duplex on

the east side of Los Angeles where

incense and tiny bells mingled with

fried onions and the shouts of neig-

hbor children. After he’d gone, I

found it again among his hundred

and one ancient stories in Zen Flesh,

Zen Bones. Because it seems to be one

of those legends containing everything

that it is necessary to know, I

have played at expanding it a little

but, of course, have added nothing.