Hmm, what to say about ZMAPABRTT?

 It is a very difficult task really because
my consciousness is limited by... me,
so how can I see the fullness of him?

 It may be as well for me to forget all
about the question of describing his
immeasurable qualities, and to stick
with everyday things. In fact there could
be no better place from which to begin, because Bunny is, in many ways, an everyday man. He is ordinary like no-one else.

 I wonder if anyone else has ideas about zen masters being super-human. I did until I met him. Super-human he is not (and who is?), but a fiction-extractor….. sure, why not? He behaves in ways that only the most loving people can behave. I mean to imply that when in his company, you have to face up to who you are. He doesn’t let you hide from yourself, and oooooh, I’m sure it sounds bearable from where you’re sat. Somehow though, around Bunny, things happen to you that differ from those you might have imagined. They sneak up behind you and pull the carpet away from under your feet, and as your head hits the floor, you blame the world.

 Speaking of love, I wouldn’t be surprised if Bunny is exactly that and nothing else. Yep. As far as words can reach, ‘love’ represents him as well as anything. I can’t think of a single Bunny-fact that leads me to form a different opinion, except maybe his morning breath. Haha, perhaps that sounds more intimate than it was.

 You know, for an ordinary guy he does some really strange things. He gives people names like Swami Seaside Resort Roadside Flower and Swami Petunia, he dangles a pretty little stone on a chain whenever he wants to talk to the universe, and he shaves his ears before a photo moment.

 Here’s a remarkable thing. Almost every day, Bunny spends countless hours logged onto the email, giving quite freely of everything he has! That is truly astonishing, don’t you think? The invitation is there, on his website, for anyone to contact him. It is easy to take things for granted sometimes.

   You know what else? Bunny has Camp-Bunny’s!
  That’s right. He has invited disciples to come and
  meet him here and there around the world, and to
  spend a couple of weeks playing Frisbee, eating
  nice vegetarian food and meditating, and he has
  suggested that he might do this more in years to
  come. Discussion of old suggest to me that he will
  probably name Tuesdays, “Pants On Your Head
  Tuesdays”. These will no doubt be the most
  important days, because he is such a serious kind
  of person. Ahem.

 
 Bunny is a bit like a kiss. He is a hairy kiss. He is a homeless-looking hairy kiss. Sometimes a kiss makes you disappear into the vast silence of existence, but only when you’re ready to go. Bunny is a hairy version of that.

 It is difficult to be serious around Bunny. I tried repeatedly when with him in India and he looked somewhere between compassionate and bored. On the odd occasion I might express something that was really bothering me, and then sit and hope for some sort of response. Any friend might have humoured me at least, but not Bunny. He would sit silently for another five minutes and then say, “Okaaaaaaaay, I’m off to bed” and off he would go.

 Changes happen to you when you take part in life with Bunny.

 He is a Zen Master; have no doubt.

 He is also likely to shatter most people’s idea of what a Zen Master ‘should be’. If his name does not hint in that direction, then perhaps his delight in the discussion (at the very least) of genitalia will suffice. Personally though, I enjoy the vision I have of my master in a maroon Osho robe, face down on the dance floor of what was once Buddha Hall, wearing old white trainers and tapping his feet together to the sound of Bhangra. I shouldn’t be surprised if, under his robe, he was sporting his snakeskin style boxer shorts. His love for Osho is truly unsurpassable.