From Teachers, About, Public Figures, and Spiritual Steppingstones August 8, 2008
That first evening at the Zen Center, seeing and hearing Maezumi Roshi, was like coming home. This is what I had been looking for and thinking I might never find. This man radiated the depth, mastery, warmth, freedom, seriousness, and playfulness that I had only imagined. But he was real. And there he was. In his late thirties, physically small, but projecting a compact intensity, he was a dignified presence sitting cross-legged in his robes on the raised platform at the front of the room. Through a very thick accent, his English revealed subtlety and mastery both in the precision of its insight, and the seemingly artless imprecision of its strangely apt errors of syntax. The impish humor, with absolutely no sense of self-consciousness, was irresistible.
Excerpt from Farewell to the True Man of No Rank