What does it mean to be a Zen teacher? Sometimes I’m a rock in the surf. The New England coast. I see it from above, the spray rising from the rock. I hear the roar. I try to find the spot where the student’s waves break and roar. I stumble along with students, trying this and that, sometimes koans, sometimes not, looking for a place where that particular student’s surf crashes. When we find the place, I can feel it. There is a tension that Freud called “resistance.” Sometime