ABSTRACT

In this chapter, the author explores the Hakata, the town of the Girdle Weavers, which is a very tall town, with fantastic narrow ways full of amazing color. The author halts in the Street-of-Prayer-to-the-Gods because there is an enormous head of bronze, the head of a Buddha, smiling at me through a gateway. The gateway is of a temple of the Jodo sect; and the head is beautiful. The author narrates a story regarding a young samurai husband and wife whose names have been quite forgotten at a place called Matsuyama, in the province of Echigo. For in the cosmic order of things the present is the shadow of the past, and the future must be the reflection of the present. One are we all, even as Light is, though unspeakable the millions of the vibrations whereby it is made.