The Ethical Slut goes in search of a Zen teacher

I had an email exchange with a well-regarded senior Zen teacher from the same lineage as I practice in. Our conversation quickly veered off into a deadend, and I was left wondering what I’d said wrong. I am going to talk about some private communication so I will not name names. I don’t have to flesh out the full context of our exchange. I was not teacher-shopping. I simply asked a question. 

Roshi X asked me who I practiced with. My answer included some of the most senior teachers in his school and some well known people in another lineage. I’ve been practicing Zen since 1988, and for most of that time have talked with a teacher both on retreats and at regular intervals. I’ve made the formal request to train with several different teachers, but it was always serial monogamy, never two at once. Four of my teachers are dead, two died while I was working with them; one sent me to his senior student and then died. One died after I began koan work. We parted on very friendly terms, but I think she was happy to be rid of me--another tale.


Rigid Roshi came down on me like a ton of bricks. How could I expect to make any  real progress unless I found my master, stuck it out, drilled down and got to the heart of the matter? I may be generalizing a bit, but that was the tone. I was looking for a place to do retreats near to where I live, but quickly decided that it would not be with the Rigid Roshi. 


Yesterday a Zen friend asked me why we need teachers anyway? It is of course pretty standard practice in Zen to seek out a teacher at some point. I’ve heard the tired old saying that when you’re ready the teacher will come to you. I like the mystical lyricism of the sentiment. It even has a touch of magic, but there’s probably a lot more involved. Usually something happened on the cushion that made you want to go deeper, some experience caught you off guard and merited further exploration, perhaps you just wanted someone to talk to as you venture into unfamiliar territory, or maybe you were just lucky and you met someone you clicked with, a friend. I can locate some or all of those motivations in my own search for teachers at various times. For the most part I’ve always had a teacher over the nearly 40 years I’ve practiced. I do better when I have one. I’m more focused, more happy. This is how I encountered Buddhism. I’d read a few things but then I set out to meet a teacher, and although I didn’t ever formally become his student, I visited this very experienced meditation practitioner many times over the years, listening to him, asking him questions, participating in his practice and observing how he behaved. So I’m prejudiced. I’ve had several connections with another human who was a practitioner. I was lucky. They were decent human beings. There was a connection. It can go deep.


But to get back to Rigid Roshi’s criticism. Why one? Where does that lead? What kind of relationship is required? What are the boundaries? What happens if it becomes a tired old stale relationship like a dead marriage, or what, and this is not unknown, that it becomes abusive? What is the value? What if when you haven’t found true love, you play the field and sleep around? Like many westerners I’ve sampled from various traditions. I’ve spent time in at least two Tibetan traditions, or at least spent untold hours studying, going to classes, even seeking refuge and receiving empowerments. I’ve done vipassana retreats, and read their literature. I’ve worked with four Soto teachers, done sesshin, lived in practice centers. I’ve done koan practice with at least 6 authorized teachers. I’m a total slut. I began my checkered Buddhist practice in about 1973. With several extended hiatus for psychological work, and a painful exploration in the world of drugs, I’m coming up on 50 years of practice. Do I still work with a teacher? Yes. Does it take time to develop a fruitful collaboration with him or her? Obviously. Do I have boundaries? You betcha. Do I recommend it? The jury’s out. But I do know this: in the West we do not have a solid tradition of established Buddhist practices rooted in our culture. As you walk down the street, the Methodist Church might be right next to Saint Catherine’s parish, but the Rinzai temple is not to be found and the Tibetan lama has just opened his center in an old fraternity house and is very busy, way too busy to give you much individual attention. Of course you’re going to look around for a little love and affection. We’re humans. 


Which brings me back to my original question: How does the ethical slut find a teacher and actually develop a good relationship?


  • I will be clear about what I want, and what I’m willing to give, or give up. You have to be clear too.

  • Sure it can get down and dirty. That’s the point. 

  • We’re always equals in the relationship. If you have the answer to a question that I’m looking for, I will be grateful if you share it. But that’s it. I am assuming that it comes with no strings attached. If I see tell tale signs that you are going to demand something that I’m unwilling to give, it’s bye bye time.

  • I don’t do well with either domination or subservience.

  • I do not do homophobia or sexism.

  • I don’t pay for sex. I have but it was over very quickly and in retrospect not worth it.

  • The understanding is that there will be mutual respect, and that nothing lasts forever.


So no thanks Rigid Roshi, I will not be coming around. I don’t even know you and you dropped a load of garbage on me. How can I expect to be treated as a unique human? You do not know something I don’t. And if you are in the business of offering some service to humankind for the benefit of others and a taste of freedom, I can recommend a few practitioners with a little more savoir faire who can coach you in some interpersonal skills.



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