a special suzuri stone - gordon christy-stefanik

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A SPECIAL SUZURI STONE

Bunbo-shi-ho - "The Four Writing Treasures"

Gordon Christy-Stefanik


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A SPECIAL SUZURI STONE

"Tsurezure-gusa", a story by Yoshida Kenkou begins with, "As I had nothing else to do, I ground anink-cake on the suzuri and ....".

Reading those lines a few days ago, I couldn't help but remember my own connection to thattype of ink block, made of carved stone, which has been used in Japan for countless generations. In

Japanese it is known as 'suzuri' [ ]. In contemporary Japan the ballpoint pen has more or less

replaced the need for ink preparation. And there are even capped 'brush-pens' filled with ink that imitate

the original writing brush.

In Japan, ages-old traditions continue, and I know that many people still have, and use, their inkstone, at least on special occasions. The 'suzuri' is usually made of a particular type of flint stone from

specific regions of the country, one of which is Nagano, high in the Japanese 'Alps'. The companion to

the suzuri is the block, or 'cake', of dried ink called 'sumi' [ ]. It is a dark, compacted, soot-like

material that is rubbed, along with water, on a hollowed out section of the ink stone. It always has a

remarkably pleasant scent. Then there is the brush or 'fude' [ ]. The 'fude' most often has a handle

of waxy-smooth bamboo and hair of certain animals, some purported to be much finer for writing than

others. The fourth element is the paper. The grades and varieties of paper are limitless. One of the

most common, and beautiful, is made from the mulberry tree. That very same tree, which in spring

and summer furnishes leaves that the silk worm utilizes as food in preparation for spinning itsmarvelous cocoon. The 'kami', or gods, seem to have furnished the Japanese people with

extraordinarily unique gifts. Or perhaps those same Shinto gods merely explained how best to take

advantage of what was readily available.

These four elements; stone, ink, brush and paper, are combined semantically into a single unit,

and are known collectively in Japanese as 'Bunbo-shi-ho' [ ], "The Four Writing Treasures".

Each forming an integral part of the totality.

I had just recently returned from five years in Japan when I began attending classes at a localcollege in the Southern California community where I lived. Shortly after sitting down in the first class

of the day, an elective on Comparative Religion, a young oriental fellow sat down in the seat next to

me. Soon the young fellow sitting next to me quietly asked the meaning of several terms the professorhad written on the blackboard. That small incident, even to the musical sound of his soft voice, is

permanently etched in memory.

As a result of his questions we soon became friends and I began to help him with his English

since he was newly arrived in the US from Japan. I explained that I just returned from Japan and would


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like to continue with my study of the language, so we then made a deal. I would help him with his

study of English if he could coach me with my continuing study of the Japanese. I had known Hiroshi

Maezumi for several weeks before I discovered that not only was he a student, but also a Zen Buddhist

priest attached to the Zensuji Soto Temple there in Los Angeles. At that point I revealed that I hadspent a year as an acolyte zen monk at the Eiheiji Temple in western Japan.

I recall with complete clarity the evening that Maezumi-san presented me with a beautiful,

carved 'suzuri' and showed me how to carefully, almost meditatively move the sumi ink-stick gentlyback and forth. He also explained that the ink was not to be prepared in a quick 'let's-get-it-over-with'

fashion. It was to be done slowly, deliberately, with relaxed concentration. Putting a part of oneself

into the process. The water was poured from a small container into the ink-stone. It had been collected

the previous evening during an unusual October shower, and slowly turned from crystal clear to gray todeep, midnight black as my hand slowly worked the ink block back and forth. He explained that

ordinary tap water was certainly acceptable, but water from a bubbling spring or collected from the sky

seemed more appropriate. It was an intimacy with nature.

Glancing up at the single rosy-pink autumn camellia, 'tsubaki' [ ], in the cobalt blue vase on

the low table-desk, I became aware that it too, was an integral part of this process. There was the hint

of an earthy sweetness in the air. Then I realized I was inhaling the woodsy fragrance of the flower aswell as the pleasing natural perfume of the ink. These two scents combined and they seemed to enter

into and become a part of my very being. He next taught me how to hold the brush, load it with ink

and then make that first simple stroke. It was nothing more than a single horizontal line, but it wasmagical.

More than all the vocabulary words and Japanese phrases I had learned in the preceding years in

Japan, it was that first line that captured my spirit, and would forge yet another link to Japan and its

ancient culture. That simple line was 'ichi', or 'one', and it was a beginning. I had scratched out theword ichi hundreds of times before, but this was turning that word into art. It was a new beginning,

and one that would know no end. For I had also discovered that writing can be a profound

experience. It can serve as a means of tapping into deeper layers of the self.

That marvelous event occurred many years ago. In the intervening years we both traveled a lot,

but never lost contact. I also never failed to carefully pack my suzuri before leaving for some distant

part of the globe.

Maezumi-roshi died unexpectedly of a heart attack several years ago. He had gone back toJapan for a short visit. And stayed.

The morning after the letter arrived informing me of his having entered into another realm of

existence, I went out into my tropical garden in eastern Mexico where I was living. It was early, just

before the sun had made its appearance. In the rosy, fragrant dawn I collected countless droplets ofcrystalline dew from flowers, leaves and blades of grass. Then, mixed with water from a nearby steam,

as well as several unbidden tears, I prepared the ink. Then I wrote my dear departed friend a note of


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appreciation for his many gifts, not the least of which had been his presence in my life. With the

passage of the years I had become cognizant that every person who enters our lives comes bearing a

gift, if we are but willing to accept it and hopefully we will have one to offer in exchange. And the

supreme gift of all is our own friendship and love, a priceless treasure that we have in abundance.

Now, when I take out that special suzuri and begin to prepare the sumi ink, I am aware that his

spirit is still a part of that unique stone, and I know that the ever present spirit of Maezumi-san

continues to gently, lovingly, guide the fude in my hand.

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