Kiyomizu-dera Temple, a Drop of Memory
Kiyomizu-dera Temple, a Drop of Memory
I was walking alone up Shimizuzaka while the morning mist still lingered on the slope.
The moss peeking out from between the stone pavements sways quietly, as if telling the memories of time.
.
Once we passed through the Niomon Gate, the atmosphere changed.
Human voices are far away, and the only sound that remains in my memory is the sound of the wind.
The moment the three-story pagoda is bathed in the morning sun, its vermilion turning to gold,
I didn't mind, I just gasped at the beauty.
And then, onto the stage.
"Jumping off the stage at Kiyomizu Temple" -- for the first time, I felt the meaning of those words.
The cityscape of Kyoto unfolding below is like a picture scroll
.
On the way to Otowa Falls, I suddenly stopped.
The water from the waterfall splits into three streams, each said to represent wishes for academic success, love, and longevity.
I didn't ask for anything, I just held out my palm.
The cold water hit my fingertips, sending quiet ripples through the depths of my heart.
On the way home, I recorded my hips on the stone steps of Ninenzaka, a maiko
could be seen in the distance .
Kiyomizu-dera Temple is not just a tourist spot.
It is a place like a "drop" that quietly falls and accumulates in memory.
There are scenes that remain in your mind even if you don't talk about them with anyone.
The scenery will one day become words.