「おくのほそ道 第3話 平泉・中尊寺/Hiraizumi and Cyuson-ji」
おくのほそ道 第3話 「平泉・中尊寺」
Narrow Road to The Far North/
Episode3 Hiraizumi and Cyuson-ji
I finally reached Shirakawa, the gateway to the Tohoku region.
My dream journey was really beginning.
Sora and I walked visiting places where all poets wrote great poems.
At Matushima, the view of the ocean was shockingly beautiful.
There were so many islands in many shapes and sizes.
Some of them had beautiful pine trees with brunches turned away from the wind.
I was so excited after seeing the amazing scenery that it was not easy to go to sleep that night.
We went to Hiraizumi.
One of the places I have always wanted to see.
The Fujiwara family controlled the area for three generations.
It was safe and wealthy for about one hundred years.
Was it a long time?
It wasn’t if you compared to our country’s long history.
The castle was well known all across Japan.
It was huge, you had to walk four kilometers to get from the gate to the main building.
But the castle was gone and there were only opened fields.
Mt. Kinkei was still there.
It was a man-made hill that look like Mt. Fuji.
I went to see the old buttle field in Takadachi where Minamotono Yoshitsune killed himself.
It’s on a hilltop and you can see the Kitakami River which starts in the mountains far away.
I thought about Yoshitsune.
He and his men fought bravely here and died.
How short a man’s life is.
Plants are different, they come up every year.
Keeping the endless circle of life.
I took off my hat and sat down on the ground.
I quietly said a famous Chinese poem as tears go down on my cheeks.
I wrote this Haiku.
“Summer grass growing, where soldiers fought long ago, only a dream now.”
夏草や 兵どもが 夢の跡
Next, I visited Cyuson-ji temple and saw two famous halls.
First was that Kyodo with 1600 lords of Buddhist prayers in statues of three Fujiwara leaders.
Next was that Hikarido.
It holds the bodies of the three leaders and three Buddsut statues.
Inside the hall was decorated with gold, silver, and beautiful stones.
Such decorations would naturally fall off or be damaged by rain and wind.
But someone smart built a new building to cover the Hikarido itself.
I was very impressed by this quiet and beautiful hall.
It was 500 years old.
But kept in surprisingly good condition.
It felt as if the rain didn’t fall on Hikarido because it wanted to protect it.
This Haiku came to mind,
“May rains fall but not, under shining golden hall, so it still remains.”
五月雨の 降り残してや 光堂