Question
Stéphane, you once told me: When a woman leaves you, it is a koan. I hadn’t asked you anything or even said anything about it, but those words have stayed with me ever since. The koan remains unanswered. I tell myself there is no answer, except perhaps to say: That is how it is; this wound will remain until it transforms, a little like in fairy tales when a monster turns into a pure marvel. The wound remains but gives off a sweet fragrance, a gentleness. It blooms, red like a blood-colored poppy. What do you think?
Anonymous
Answer from Master Kosen
Nothing.
Kosen