11/06/2024
We’re sure you’ve enjoyed following along with Keika’s pilgrimage! Here’s the conclusion today!
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Day 37: The light thud of 4 stamps, the sound of sticky ink on paper, the delicate whisper of the brush gliding over paper. As with every temple before it, so was the entry made at the final temple today. No fanfare, no fireworks, no special words. It wasn’t until later in the day when I got off the train a few stops earlier to revisit temples 3, 2 and 1 and close the loop that it all started to sink in. Walking again down streets taken on the first days of the pilgrimage, many things were different, yet now familiar and the same. Instead of sweating under a burning sun, the cold wind brought by dark grey clouds chilled me. Many of the small maple leaves were now various shades of red. I was the same person yet different. And then the small white dog at the rundown house on the corner barked at me in exactly the same way as on the first day of the pilgrimage. Though tears appeared upon hearing the dog’s raspy bark, as I continued to walk, everything was clear and peaceful. The sun was preparing to set so it may rise again. The leaves and flowers were slowly dying so they may continue to live. The line meets itself and thus beginning and end fall away. At Temple 1, the old man sitting in the office, his body bent and deformed by time and age, thanked and congratulated me as he checked my stamp book, picked up his brush and proceeded to make the last entries and record today’s date. I took my time at Temple 1. Taking advantage of rows of benches inside the main hall, I sat with a young monk dressed in yellow robes, seated before me and in front of the alter, whose face I never saw, in silence. A deep silence that was both everything and nothing. Passing through the gate with no barriers, turning to bow one last time on this pilgrimage, the dark clouds broke and began to rain big and heavy drops so that tears and rain drops were quickly no longer distinguishable.
I would like to thank each and every one of you with the utmost sincerity for making this pilgrimage possible and supporting me along the way. Both your words of encouragement and silence kept me going. I hope my words and pictures enabled you to connect to the beauty, joy and peace inside each of us, available to us at any time.
I’d like to leave you with a few lines of the Sandokai: Harmony of Difference and Sameness from the Chinese master Sh*tou Xiqian (700-790), which I chanted many times on this trip. “If you don’t understand the Way right before you, how will you know the path as you walk? Progress is not a matter of far or near, but if you are confused, mountains and rivers block your way. I respectfully urge you who study the mystery, do not pass your days and nights in vain.”