Smoke for Walosi from Danny in Japan - Pics

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Posting pics for Danny in Japan. I'll let him add commentary.

Steve

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We burned some incense for Walosi yesterday at Nihonji Temple where they have a daibutsu. (a giant buddha)
It was a beautiful day, snow on the ground but a clear blue sky and lots of hawks floating overhead.

(Thanks for posting those Ferguson)
 
those pics speak volumns, Danny. Good form and well done.

Jake
 
Thanks Steve. If I had posted them they would've lost a great deal in size and detail.:(
 
Walosi did appreciate it I'm sure, and Thank you Danny for the thought!
Walosi and I talked a bit about some things that happened to him before he finally got out of the hospital the first time and afterwards.
Walosi was also grateful for the respite he had, brief as it was. It's always really good to feel better than you have for years and I'm glad he had the respite.
I really expected him to beat the odds, but one can never second guess what the future holds.:(
Walosi and I had many things in common with not the least being from the same ancestory.
Walosi doted on his Barb the same as I dote on mine. Indeed we are brothers.:)
I'm going to miss Walosi for a long, long time.
 
Danny,

I really don't have the words to thank you properly. But, well... thanks. I'm sure that Dad loved it. It was incredibly thoughtful and very appropriate.

Thanks for posting the photos Steve.

Alan
 
Buddha at Kamakura
1892

"And there is a Japanese idol at Kamakura"​

O ye who tread the Narrow Way
By Tophet-flare to Judgment Day,
Be gentle when "the heathen" pray
To Buddha at Kamakura!

To him the Way, the Law, apart,
Whom Maya held beneath her heart,
Ananda's Lord, the Bodhisat,
The Buddha of Kamakura.

For though he neither burns nor sees,
Nor hears ye thank your Deities,
Ye have not sinned with such as these,
His children at Kamakura,

Yet spare us still the Western joke
When joss-sticks turn to scented smoke
The little sins of little folk
That worship at Kamakura --

The grey-robed, gay-sashed butterflies
That flit beneath the Master's eyes.
He is beyond the Mysteries
But loves them at Kamakura.

And whoso will, from Pride released,
Contemning neither creed nor priest,
May feel the Soul of all the East
About him at Kamakura.

Yea, every tale Ananda heard,
Of birth as fish or beast or bird,
While yet in lives the Master stirred,
The warm wind brings Kamakura.

Till drowsy eyelids seem to see
A-flower 'neath her golden htee
The Shwe-Dagon flare easterly
From Burmah to Kamakura,

And down the loaded air there comes
The thunder of Thibetan drums,
And droned -- "Om mane padme hums" --
A world's-width from Kamakura.

Yet Brahmans rule Benares still,
Buddh-Gaya's ruins pit the hill,
And beef-fed zealots threaten ill
To Buddha and Kamakura.

A tourist-show, a legend told,
A rusting bulk of bronze and gold,
So much, and scarce so much, ye hold
The meaning of Kamakura?

But when the morning prayer is prayed,
Think, ere ye pass to strife and trade,
Is God in human image made
No nearer than Kamakura?
 
Thank you, Danny.

I appreciate having people such as you here on the forum.
 
I have remembered many fallen friends this year.
I hope Donald was happy with this little offering.
 
Danny, that was really nice of you. :) I have a feeling that Donald is doing great, but still miss him.

Heber
 
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