Kenchō-ji Hansōbō — 11th December 2017
While struggling with writers block, I have decided to type up one of the many passages I wrote while in Tokyo in December 2017. This passage was written while sat under a tree a short walk up a sheer hillside from Hansōbō a tutelary Shinto Shrine on the grounds of Kenchō-ji in Kamakura. It is virtually untouched from its original form.
God is not a seperate being, it is a state of mind. Heaven is not an etheral place, it is the place that induces the aforementioned state of mind.
Heaven is Kenchō-ji, more specifically, Hansōbō, even more specifically, it is above Hansōbō.
Perched amongst the ancient trees below you, Hansōbō leads to Kenchō-ji, which leads your eye to Kamakura and the Pacific Ocean. To your right lays woodland & towns, but on the horizon sits mountains, all under the watchful eye of Fuji-San.
The Wind whistles through the trees, like a whisper. These whispers are saying ‘Welcome to the world, to us, to you. You are, as we are, here’.
The Buddha never came here, but he is here. In everything & everyone, perched here, in this place & looking over it all from Fuji-San’s great summit.
This is my heaven, while I am here. I am God, while I am here.
