Enter Spirit World
As I trek
Through Nihon, the misty Eastern country
My mind is elsewhere
On trvial matters made larger in my head: Finance, education, finity of everything
It all begins to drain me
Infect me
Rattle me to the bone
Anger me immeasurably
And yet having been reduced to that fragile state,
I come upon Koya-san, a sacred mountain
The refuge of ancient Buddhist wisdom and nirvana
As I walk through the weathered graveyard
I bat the buzzing flies away,
my brain still buckling under the weight of imagined woes
it stretches on for miles
an illusion that the frustrating finity of the past has been left behind
yet is it an illusion?
Countless monuments and statues to deities and days gone by I walk past
All content
To me they seem stagnant
but their aura and expressions suggest otherwise
After walking long enough,
I come to an obsidian statue, slick with pure water
In one hand, he holds sword, help upright
In the other, he holds a chain
I've always swatted the flies around my eyes, but as I stare into his clear burning gaze,
I realize
The flies haven't once landed on my face, disturbed my sight
They only exist in my peripherals, as a halo given to me by the mountain
As though the path I've taken,
The one that was seemingly endless,
Shepherded me into the spirit world
The being before me glares
Pierces me and
Reaches into my spirit
Taps into my well of rage and frustration
And through pure fire
transforms it into transcendence.
The worldly concerns have faded,
False perception cut off
Reduced to the insignificant things that they really always were
And the flies
They're my friends