Today, Kyoto again, Nanzen-ji.
Sakura blossoms in Kyoto rain
I think of my grandfather
(maybe I'll try to make that into a proper Nihongo haiku...someday)
Nanzen-ji, big Zen temple complex. Great big old central temple, a
painting of a dragon on the ceiling - you can only see it from outside.
Apparently there's some thing about sticking your hands through the bars
and clapping to make an echo. I follow along. (I bought a poster of the
dragon painting.) Lovely lovely gardens, a great painting of Bodhidharma on
one wall in the abbot's quarters. Had real o-cha in their tea room looking
out at a waterfall and garden, very nice.
But then. Go up the hill behind. First a small old Buddhist temple,
Saisho-in; not so much a touristy place as an active, day-to-day, actively
used community temple - the kind I love to find. As I stand there for a
moment of meditation, a woman parks her car just outside the grounds, walks
up quickly, bows to the shrine, and hurries back out. Just stopped by to
say "Hi" or "Thanks", I guess.
A beautiful small cemetery behind it, stand and watch the rain fall, see
an offering of sake left on a grave, think the young man in the inner city
pouring out a 40 for a fallen homie, consider that the Buddha was a
prohibitionist, contemplate the adaptability of the dharma.