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  • Zen Master Seung Sahn


    Zen Master Seung Sahn (Dae Soen Sa Nim) 1927 - 2004, is the founding teacher of the Kwan Um School of Zen, and is the seventy-​​eighth Patriarch in the line of Trans­mission in the Chogye Order of Korean Bud­dhism. After founding temples in Tokyo and in Hong Kong, Zen Master Seung Sahn went to the United States, becoming the first Korean Zen Master to live and teach in the West. With the aid of a small number of stu­dents he founded the Pro­vi­dence Zen Center, which even­tually became the head­quarters of more than one hundred centers throu­ghout the Ame­ricas, Europe, Asia, and Africa. Zen Master Seung Sahn is the author of "Compass of Zen", "The Whole World is a Single Flower - 365 Kong-​​Ans For Eve­ryday Life", "Dropping Ashes on the Buddha", "Only Don’t Know", "Ten Gates" and "Bone of Space". Seung Sahn Soen-​​sa was born in 1927 in Seun Choen, North Korea. His parents were Pro­testant Christians.

    Korea at this time was under severe Japanese military rule, and all poli­tical and cultural freedom was bru­tally sup­pressed. In 1944, Soen-​​sa joined the under­ground Korean inde­pen­dence movement. Within a few months he was caught by the Japanese police and nar­rowly escaped a death sen­tence. After his release from prison, he and two friends stole several thousand dollars from their parents and crossed the heavily-​​patrolled Man­churian border in an unsuc­cessful attempt to join the Free Korean Army.

    In the years fol­lowing World War II, while he was stu­dying Western phi­lo­sophy at Dong Guk Uni­versity, the poli­tical situation in South Korea grew more and more chaotic. One day Soen-​​sa decided that he would not be able to help people through his poli­tical acti­vities or his aca­demic studies. So he shaved his head and went into the moun­tains, vowing never to return until he had attained the absolute truth.

    For three months he studied the Confucian scrip­tures, but he was unsa­tisfied by them. Then a friend of his who was a monk in a small mountain temple gave him the Diamond Sutra, and he first encoun­tered Bud­dhism. "All things that appear in this world are tran­sient. If you view all things that appear as never having appeared, then you will realize your true self." When he read these words, his mind became clear. For the next few weeks he read many sutras. Finally, he decided to become a Bud­dhist monk and was ordained in October, 1948.

    Soen-​​sa had already understood the sutras. He rea­lized that the only important thing now was practice. So ten days after his ordi­nation, he went further up into the moun­tains and began a one-​​hundred-​​day retreat on Won Gak Mountain (the Mountain of Perfect Enligh­tenment). He ate only pine needles, dried and beaten into a powder. For twenty hours every day he chanted the Great Dharani of Ori­ginal Mind Energy. Several times a day he took ice-​​cold baths. It was a very rigorous practice.

    Soon he was assailed by doubts. Why was this retreat necessary ? Why did he have to go to extremes ? Couldn’t he go down to a small temple in a quiet valley, get married like a Japanese monk, and attain enligh­tenment gra­dually, in the midst of a happy family ? One night these thoughts became so powerful that he decided to leave and packed his belon­gings. But the next morning his mind was clearer, and he unpacked. A few days later the same thing hap­pened. And in the fol­lowing weeks, he packed and unpacked nine times.

    By now fifty days had passed, and Soen-sa’s body was very exhausted. Every night he had ter­ri­fying visions. Demons would appear out of the dark and make obscene ges­tures at him. Ghouls would sneak up behind him and wrap their cold fingers around his neck. Enormous beetles would gnaw his legs. Tigers and dragons would stand in front of him, bel­lowing. He was in constant terror.

    After a month of this, the visions turned into visions of delight. Some­times Buddha would come and teach him a sutra. Some­times Bod­hi­sattvas would appear in gor­geous clo­thing and tell him that he would go to heaven. Some­times he would keel over from exhaustion and Kwan Se Um Bosal would gently wake him up. By the end of eighty days, his body was strong. His flesh had turned green from the pine needles.

    One day, a week before the retreat was to finish, Soen-​​sa was walking outside, chanting and keeping rhythm with his moktak. Sud­denly, two boys, eleven or twelve years old, appeared on either side of him and bowed. They were wearing many-​​colored robes, and their faces were of an unearthly beauty. Soen-​​sa was very sur­prised. His mind felt powerful and per­fectly clear, so how could these demons have mate­ria­lized ? He walked ahead on the narrow mountain path, and the two boys fol­lowed him, walking right through the boulders on either side of the path. They walked together in silence for a half-​​hour, then, back at the altar, when Soen-​​sa got up from his bow, they were gone. This hap­pened every day for a week.

    Finally it was the hun­dredth day. Soen-​​sa was outside chanting and hitting the moktak. All at once his body disap­peared, and he was in infinite space. From far away he could hear the moktak beating, and the sound of his own voice. He remained in this state for some time. When he returned to his body, he understood. The rocks, the river, eve­ry­thing he could see, eve­ry­thing he could hear, all this was his true self. All things are exactly as they are. The truth is just like this.

    Soen-​​sa slept very well that night. When he woke up the next morning, he saw a man walking up the mountain, then some crows flying out of a tree. He wrote the fol­lowing poem :

    The road at the bottom of Won Gak Mountain
    is not the present road.
    The man climbing with his backpack
    is not a man of the past.
    tok, tok, tok - his footsteps
    transfix past and present.
    Crows out of a tree.
    Caw, caw, caw.

    Soon after he came down from the mountain, he met Zen Master Ko Bong, whose teacher had been Zen Master Mang Gong. Ko Bong was reputed to be the most brilliant Zen Master in Korea, and one of the most severe. At this time he was tea­ching only laymen ; monks, he said, were not ardent enough to be good Zen stu­dents. Soen-​​sa wanted to test his enligh­tenment with Ko Bong, so he went to him with a moktak and said, "What is this ?" Ko Bong took the moktak and hit it. This was just what Soen-​​sa had expected him to do.

    Soen-​​sa then said, "How should I practice Zen ?"

    Ko Bong said, "A monk once asked Zen Master Jo-​​ju, ’Why did Bod­hid­harma come to China ?’ Jo-​​ju ans­wered, ’The pine tree in the front garden.’ What does this mean ?"

    Soen-​​sa understood, but he didn’t know how to answer. He said, "I don’t know."

    Ko Bong said, "Only keep this don’t-know mind. That is true Zen practice."

    That spring and summer, Soen-​​sa did mostly working Zen. In the fall, he sat for a hundred-​​day medi­tation session at Su Dok Sa monastery, where he learned Zen lan­guage and Dharma-​​combat. By the winter, he began to feel that the monks weren’t prac­ticing hard enough, so he decided to give them some help. One night, as he was on guard-​​duty (there had been some bur­glaries), he took all the pots and pans out of the kitchen and arranged them in a circle in the front yard. The next night, he turned the Buddha on the main altar toward the wall and took the incense-​​burner, which was a national treasure, and hung it on a per­simmon tree in the garden. By the second morning the whole monastery was in an uproar. Rumors were flying around about lunatic bur­glars, or gods coming from the mountain to warn the monks to practice harder.

    The third night, Soen-​​sa went to the nuns’ quarters, took seventy pairs of nuns’ shoes and put them in front of Zen Master Dok Sahn’s room, dis­played as in a shoe store. But this time, a nun woke up to go to the outhouse and, missing her shoes, she woke up eve­ryone in the nuns’ quarters. Soen-​​sa was caught. The next day he was brought to trial. Since most of the monks voted to give him another chance (the nuns were una­ni­mously against him), he wasn’t expelled from the monastery. But he had to offer formal apo­logies to all the high monks.

    First he went to Dok Sahn and bowed. Dok Sahn said, "Keep up the good work."

    Then he went to the head nun. She said, "You’ve made a great deal too much com­motion in this monastery, young man." Soen-​​sa laughed and said, "The whole world is already full of com­motion. What can you do ?" She couldn’t answer.

    Next was Zen Master Chun Song, who was famous for his wild actions and obscene lan­guage. Soen-​​sa bowed to him and said, "I killed all the Buddhas of past, present, and future. What can you do ?"

    Chun Song said, "Aha !" and looked deeply into Soen-sa’s eyes. Then he said, "What did you see ?"

    Soen-​​sa said, "You already understand."

    Chun Song said, "Is that all ?"

    Soen-​​sa said, "There’s a cuckoo singing in the tree out-​​ side the window."

    Chun Song laughed and said, "Aha !" He asked several more ques­tions, which Soen-​​sa ans­wered without dif­fi­culty. Finally, Chun Song leaped up and danced around Soen-​​sa, shouting, "You are enligh­tened ! You are enligh­tened !" The news spread quickly, and people began to understand the events of the pre­ceding days.

    On January 15, the session was over, and Soen-​​sa left to see Ko Bong. On the way to Seoul, he had inter­views with Zen Master Keum Bong and Zen Master Keum Oh. Both gave him inga, the seal of vali­dation of a Zen student’s great awakening.

    Soen-​​sa arrived at Ko Bong’s temple dressed in his old patched retreat clothes and car­rying a knapsack. He bowed to Ko Bong and said, "All the Buddhas turned out to be a bunch of corpses. How about a funeral service ?"

    Ko Bong said, "Prove it !"

    Soen-​​sa reached into his knapsack and took out a dried cut­tlefish and a bottle of wine. "Here are the lef­tovers from the funeral party."

    Ko Bong said, "Then pour me some wine."

    Soen-​​sa said, "Okay. Give me your glass."

    Ko Bong held out his palm.

    Soen-​​sa slapped it with the bottle and said, "That’s not a glass, it’s your hand !" Then he put the bottle on the floor.

    Ko Bong laughed and said, "Not bad. You’re almost done. But I have a few ques­tions for you." He pro­ceeded to ask Soen-​​sa the most dif­ficult of the seventeen-​​hundred tra­di­tional Zen kong-​​ans. Soen-​​sa ans­wered without hindrance.

    Then Ko Bong said, "All right, one last question. The mouse eats cat-​​food, but the cat-​​bowl is broken. What does this mean ?"

    Soen-​​sa said, "The sky is blue, the grass is green."

    Ko Bong shook his head and said, "No."

    Soen-​​sa was taken aback. He had never missed a Zen question before. His face began to grow red as he gave one "like this" answer after another. Ko Bong kept shaking his head. Finally Soen-​​sa exploded with anger and frus­tration. "Three Zen Masters have given me inga ! Why do you say I’m wrong ?!"

    Ko Bong said, "What does it mean ? Tell me."

    For the next fifty minutes, Ko Bong and Soen-​​sa sat facing each other, hunched like two tomcats. The silence was electric. Then, all of a sudden, Soen-​​sa had the answer. It was "just like this."

    When Ko Bong heard it, his eyes grew moist and his face filled with joy. He embraced Soen-​​sa and said, "You are the flower ; I am the bee."

    On January 25, 1949, Soen-​​sa received from Ko Bong the Trans­mission of Dharma, thus becoming the Seventy-​​Eighth Patriarch in this line of suc­cession. It was the only Trans­mission that Ko Bong ever gave.

    After the ceremony, Ko Bong said to Soen-​​sa, "For the next three years you must keep silent. You are a free man. We will meet again in five hundred years."

    Soen-​​sa was now a Zen Master. He was twenty-​​two years old.

    From /​Dropping Ashes On The Buddha : The Tea­ching of Zen Master Seung Sahn/​ edited by Stephen Mit­chell (Grove Press, New York, NY1976)

    Story of the Dead Bones
    In 1957, Ko Bong Sunim became seriously ill and so Soen Sa Nim was appointed as the abbot of Hwa Gae Sah temple.

    In the course of his duties as abbot, Soen Sa Nim heard of a Japanese temple in Seoul which contained the bones of 500 dead Japanese people. The temple was troubled with finances and fell under the control of lay people. The lay people were not inter­ested in Japanese bones. They wanted to throw the bones out of the temple. When Soen Sa Nim heard about this, he went to the temple. He told the offi­cials, "Whether these bones were once Korean or Japanese, dead people’s bones are all the same. Dead bones are dead bones !"

    Then he brought the bones back to Hwa Gae Sah. For days and days, he only chanted Namu Ami Ta Bul over the bones ; the chanting was for the dead spirits.

    A few years later, Korea and Japan resumed diplo­matic rela­tionship. Then some Japanese came to Korea to Hwa Gae Sah to claim the bones of their dead ancestors and carry them back to their homeland.

    Out of great appre­ciation and deep respect for Soen Sa Nim’s action the Japanese invited him to go to Japan. This invi­tation became an oppor­tunity for him to live abroad which became a turning point in his life.

    It has been said by some Koreans, "We lost a great master to Japan and to America because of some dead bones."

    Do Gong (for­merly John Bar­rouzzol from Canada) Seoul Inter­na­tional Zen Center, Korea

    When Soen Sa Nim First Arrived in the U.S.A.
    In Sep­tember, 1970, 1 received a phone call from my sister, Mrs. Kimura, who lives in Japan. She told me my mother was very ill. So I decided to go see her. I pre­pared to leave and was on an air­plane within 24 hours. When I arrived in Japan I was met at the airport by my sister and Soen Sa Nim. My sister intro­duced us and my first impression of Soen Sa Nim was that he was a happy, hyper person. That was it. That’s all I thought. At that time I knew nothing about Bud­dhism. He drove us to his temple where we spent the night.

    He asked me what Ame­rican life is all about. I told him about America and invited him to come and see it for himself.

    In May, 1972, 1 received a phone call from my sister. She told me Soen Sa Nim would be arriving at the Los Angeles Inter­na­tional Airport in a couple of hours. Luckily I was home. I went to meet him at the airport and brought him to my home. I gave him my son’s room. He made a small altar on which sat a statue of Kwan Seum Bosal. That evening he started chanting and told me to follow along if I would like to. I felt drawn by the sounds of Soen Sa Nim’s chanting and tears started to flow from my eyes for no apparent reason. From that day forward a new life began for me. I remember being amazed at Soen Sa Nim’s hum­bleness. He helped with the house cleaning, shopping, cooking, etc… Needless to say I loved his company and his help.

    My children and their friends accepted him into the family without hesi­tation. They seemed to get a kick out of it. My oldest daughter who was thirteen at the time bought some English books to teach Soen Sa Nim English. He in turn was tea­ching her Bud­dhism. That was the start of a great tea­ching for all Americans.

    I would like to end in saying that the hap­piness and contentment he brought into my life and to my children is immea­su­rable. I cannot think of a word that des­cribes Soen Sa Nim - only that he is vaster than the ocean and boundless as the sky and can pro­bably best be des­cribed by the feeling, that there is no word for, that a person attains through medi­tation. We love him and wish he could live forever. Thank you, Soen Sa Nim.

    Judy Barrie
    Santa Monica, California

    Doyle Avenue
    Soen Sa Nim’s first attempt at esta­bli­shing an Ame­rican Zen Center was in a small apartment in Pro­vi­dence, Rhode Island. The apartment was located on a street named Doyle Avenue. Soen Sa Nim pro­bably didn’t care about the fairly violent and unhappy mood of the street, which would at times stage drunken brawls and knife fights. What he saw was a house with two rela­tively large bedrooms and a very low rent of $150.00 a month.

    At that time Soen Sa Nim was totally self-​​financed and, of course, totally inde­pendent. Only the spiders and a stray cat (later named Abigale) know what the apartment looked like when Soen Sa Nim first moved in, and how he spent his time. It was not long before an Eastern Reli­gions pro­fessor from Brown Uni­versity became inter­ested in him, and with him came some of his curious students.

    One or two of those brave souls decided to move in with Soen Sa Nim, surely having no idea what they were getting them­selves into. There was lite­rally no fur­niture in the apartment except a small kitchen table and a few assorted wooden chairs. Soen Sa Nim had brought a small electric rice cooker and a few bowls and spoons. There was an old alu­minum pot in which he would create the most incre­dibly deli­cious soups.

    One day a Buddha from Korea arrived in a large wooden box. It was broken into about 15 pieces. Undaunted, Soen Sa Nim asked one of his newly arrived dis­ciples to fetch some glue and then he pro­ceeded to meti­cu­lously and patiently convert emp­tiness back into form.

    And that was how he did his best tea­ching in those days. English was awkward and dif­ficult for him. He was a master at pan­tomime and example. His enthu­siasm was delightful. And his examples were some­times quite sur­prising. Once, objects began to be missing in the Zen Center and it soon became obvious that the thief was one of the small boys that lived in the neigh­bo­rhood. The reason it was obvious was that he would be found bla­tantly crawling through one of the windows. He was also fond of throwing rocks at Abigale (the cat) and hanging around the dri­veway, making fun of Soen Sa Nim’s strange clothes. One morning the little n’er-do-well was enthu­sias­ti­cally teasing Soen Sa Nim while he was working in the garden and Soen Sa Nim sud­denly charged towards him, screaming wildly and swinging his arms. Then he began to advance toward the then trem­bling youth and act out karate kicks. The boy charged out of the yard, never to be seen at close range again. One of his stu­dents ques­tioned his methods and Soen Sa Nim simply said, "Most demons only understand demons."

    Eve­ryone that came to the apartment in those first six months only needed to be there a half an hour before they understood his purpose and direction. Soen Sa Nim wanted to make a Zen Center out of the apartment. He wanted the altar to be the heart, the Dharma Room to be wide and clean so many people could gather and practice together and find their own hearts. He made his stu­dents feel com­for­table and warm by lau­ghing and joking with them in the kitchen. He’d sud­denly decide to make a huge batch of kimchee, containing every vege­table ima­gi­nable. Or he’d be sitting at the kitchen table for hours, dili­gently writing letters to unknown people in Korea and sud­denly look up and ask eve­ryone if they liked noodles. Often he’d have to look the word he was sear­ching for up in his Korean-​​English dic­tionary, that never left his side. "Noodles ! You like noodles ?" Of course eve­ryone would smile inside and out, loving his accent and his enthu­siasm and give him a big nod. Then he’d proceed to convert the entire kitchen into a flour-​​filled noodle factory, pro­ducing in less than an hour a soup that sur­passed even his last, filled with deli­cious homemade noodles. And he’d be so una­ba­shedly pleased that eve­ryone liked it, telling them repea­tedly, "In Korea, anytime this style soup. This style is #1. Eat this, become strong - much energy, yah ?" Then he’d laugh.

    He slowly intro­duced his brand of Zen, his tra­dition. First it was putting bright red and yellow cloth around the altar, which held the newly assembled Buddha. Then he insisted on the medi­tation mats being bright and multi-​​colored. Once in a while another wooden box would arrive from Korea with objects for the altar, or gray robes and incense, or a big bag of expensive black mush­rooms for the famous soups.

    One day Soen Sa Nim sat his stu­dents down. At that time there were about seven regular "cus­tomers" (that was one of Soen Sa Nim’s jokes, calling anyone who ate his soup or came to his Sunday night talks a "cus­tomer"). He explained that it was time for the Zen Center to have a prac­ticing schedule. This was the end of an era. The practice began to shift from the kitchen into the Dharma Room. He even asked them to wear those gray robes. The chants were trans­li­te­rated and bows were counted. Cushions were even assigned and Sunday night Dharma talks got better and better. At first they were always trans­lated from Japanese to English by the Brown Uni­versity Eastern Reli­gions pro­fessor, but in time Soen Sa Nim became more confident with his voca­bulary and he began to create talks as warm and nur­turing as his soups. As a matter of fact, he got so busy with his English lessons and growing "cus­tomers" volume, that the kitchen became the newly-​​appointed and titled Housemaster’s domain and he came there only to write, study, and offer spon­ta­neous talks on the Dharma. He was almost always willing to answer any ques­tions and if nothing else seemed helpful, he would tap the student’s head with a chop stick and say, "Too much thinking ! Put it down, OK ?"

    In the two year span of Doyle Avenue, the tone and rhythm of the future Zen Center was created. Soen Sa Nim started it all with his warmth, then intro­duced the practice - always stressing how important it is to practice every day, no vaca­tions. And then he began giving Pre­cepts, as he taught why it was so important for the mind to be able to openly take the Precepts.

    So it always appeared that he was some­times obviously making a lot of the form up as he went along, closely wat­ching the young Ame­rican n-​​dnd and finding the right remedies for the some­times powerful imba­lances. The other thing that appeared like grass in spring was his ageless know­ledge of practice and Dharma and how to pass that on to others … the know­ledge that was way beyond fol­lowing a par­ti­cular form …the know­ledge that would give each of his stu­dents a warm and powerful boost toward unders­tanding them­selves and unders­tanding their ori­ginal jobs.

    Zen Master Seong Hyang (Barbara Rhodes)
    one of Soen Sa Nim’s very first "customers."

    These three stories are from /​Only DOing it for Sitxy Years/​ Com­piled and edited by Diana Clark ; published by Primary Point
    Press, Cum­berland, RI1987

  • Zen Master Wu Bong


    Zen Master Wu Bong is the Guiding Teacher for a great number of Zen Centers in Europe, and is the Head Teacher of the European Kwan Um School of Zen. Prior to meeting Zen Master Seung Sahn and becoming his first Ame­rican student in 1972, Soen Sa Nim prac­ticed with Suzuki Roshi at the San Fran­cisco Zen Center, and devoted one year to prac­ticing with Tar­thang Tulku at the Tibetan Nyingmapa Medi­tation Center in Ber­keley, Cali­fornia. He helped Zen Master Seung Sahn in esta­bli­shing the Kwan Um School of Zen in Poland in 1978. In 1984 he received inga (autho­ri­zation to teach) and began to teach regu­larly in the United States and in Europe. Soen Sa Nim gra­duated from Brown Uni­versity where his concen­tration was mathe­matics, and holds a fourth degree black belt in Shim Gum Do, a Korean art of sword­smanship. In 1993, Soen Sa Nim received the trans­mission of Dharma and became the seventy-​​ninth Patriarch in his lineage. He resides, with his wife, Zen Master Bon Yo (Grazyna Perl), and their children, at the Paris Zen Center.

  • Zen Master Bon Yo


    Zen Master Bon Yo (Grazyna Perl) is the Guiding Teacher for Paris Zen Center. She started prac­ticing in 1984 in Gdansk Zen Center, Poland. In 1988 she started her intensive practice at the Pro­vi­dence Zen Center, USA under Zen Master Seung Sahn and other Masters of the Korean tradition.

    She received in 1994 autho­ri­zation to teach, Inka, from Zen Master Seung Sahn and became Dharma Master in Kwan Um School of Zen. In 1995, Ji Do Poep Sa Nim and her husband, Zen Master Wu Bong moved to Paris, France and founded Paris Zen Center. Since then, she teaches around Europe and follows her artistic career as a painter and illustrator.

  • Other Masters


    The list of Teachers
    of the Kwan Um School of Zen in Europe.

    The complete list of the Masters.

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