Wanderings in the Land of the Rising Sun – Part II

I’ve walked many a trail to claim escape from the ever-tightening grip of burdens – reminding myself that each step puts needed distance between me and that which seems determined to consume.

I have tried to place a description of my journey in Japan into a neat little box, but the words elude me.

However, I am content in being dumbfounded.

The energy in Japan was a calm – unlike one that I’ve ever experienced in the States.

In the land of my birth – I am always cognizant of where I am, how my presence may be interpreted.

As a Black man from America in a foreign land.

I realized that I am essentially in a perpetual state of threat assessment, but I learned that this defense mechanism wasn’t needed here – and I began to breathe, deeply.

Deeper than I had in a long time.

As I walked the bustling streets of Kyoto – to the winding trails of the temples in the hillsides around Kyoto.

My threat assessment matrix…

Those survival strategies that serve me so well in the USA began to throttle down – fading into the background like an app on my Smartphone.

I likened it to finding those alternating frequencies of self.

Everything was so deliberately ordered within the confines of a higher order.

The streams that intersected with paths, the trees that gave way to the sky – despite the roving crowds of people – the echoes of solace flooded the sacred grounds.

Watching the Zenkojido Temple or is it watching me?

Another view in Kiyomizu-dera

The solace overflowed into the open spaces.

The journey down from Mt. Inari.

Wandering the temple grounds of Mt. Inari

Following the stairs…

Walking the temple grounds of Shiokoji-dori (Kyoto, Japan)

Shiokoji-dori Temple (Kyoto, Japan)

A view of the Yasaka Shrine

Yasaka Shrine at night.

Temple walking at night - it was so peaceful.

I was thinking that if I was in the States – I’d be concerned about someone pulling out some heat.

A view of a temple in Kiyomizu-dera (Kyoto, Japan)

The duality of what God has wrought and that rendered by man.

How they venerated their Ancestors was instructive – and I truly felt justified in my efforts.

Near the Tenryu Temple

The ambiance of it all.

As those baptismal confines of waters sang a siren song – I was compelled to recharge the batteries on my humanity.

Next up Part III… No ghosts in Hiroshima.

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Author, Amateur Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.