Thursday, August 15, 2013

muso soseki 2

Why not ghosts and heavens, gods and God, godlessness, nothing, lux continuum, absolutes of longing and completion and darkness?

A sacred place begins as a cave, a rock, a tree, water. We build dreams, paint incantations, dance. But such central, supporting spiritual poles will lose their vigor, secularise, crumble into the dirt. Our nature is to forever forget and reconstruct  the holy.

What this is does not change.

Emperor Go-Daigo's ghost was feared by his antagonist Takauji Ashikaga. He asked for the help of Daigo's friend, the monk Muso Soseki, to build and grow a place of spiritual appeasement, upon the corrupted ruins of Daigo's favorite palace. Together they constructed a dream of tree and green, water, light, shadow, and shelter. Takauji and Muso grew together, close and into the temple they made and cared for. 

Takauji remembered. Fishes' eyes never close. Day follows night endlessly.


In each of us is a City of Purple Mountains and Crystal Streams.

  



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