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