Crying baby

Weeping cherry blossoms in...Plenty of them, everywhere!!!

A bronze Kukai doing Takuhatsu in a Shingon temple of Kyoto. As I was practising in Shijo street today a beautiful old man did bow deeply and offered with total detachment a thousand yen and left very simply. I felt totally overwhelmed and unworthy of so much respect and generosity until I realized that his respect was not directed to me but shown to the robe, a nine stripes brown kesa. What a relief! I find it easier to be rejected in takuhatsu practice than being loved and respected. May be it has to do with my own patterns and core beliefs...

So many gardens too. People selling tickets at the temple gates are nice to me. Most of the time I get in free ( not in Rinzai temples so far) but cannot stay for very long, always this problem with works of art, it's too much for me. I am far too sensitive. As I got into the mind-blowing Sanjusangen-Do, the sight of 1001 carved statues of Kannon made me sob and weep floods of tears, overwhelming joy and gratitude. Could not stay. As I walked away, the thought that Kannon is nothing but the eternal now became so clear. Statues are shadows of the sun.