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121 - grieve
I went up to Suzuki Roshi’s room not long before his death. He was in bed, extremely weak, his skin discolored. He bowed, and I did the same. Then he looked right at me and said, not with a loud voice but firmly, "Don't grieve for me. Don't worry. I know who I am."
p.124. Stan White, City Center, 1971.