Status Updates From Narrow Road to the Interior...

I still want to see
in blossoms at dawn the face
of the mountain god

...I saw a beautiful clear stream pouring from a crack in a moss-covered stone:

A fresh spring rain
must have passed through all the leaves
to nourish this spring

The past remains hidden in clouds of memory. Still it returned us to memories from a thousand years before. Such a moment is the reason for a pilgrimage... the ancients remembered...