Читать книгу One Arrow, One Life. Zen, Archery, Enlightenment онлайн

17 страница из 33

It was a two-hour train ride from where I was living to Kamakura. I got off the train at the Kita-Kamakura station and walked up the steps towards the entrance of Engaku-Ji. It was mid-April and pouring rain. The ground was muddy and the air smelled of cherry blossoms. The gate keeper to the temple had obviously been warned that I would be coming. He took one look at me and said asked, "Suhara Osho?" I nodded and we both laughed nervously. He then proceeded to lead me to the kyudo dojo.

I entered the grounds of the dojo alone. Seeing no one, I walked over to the main building of the dojo and looked in. There was no one there. Thinking that I would go in and wait, I looked for a place to take my shoes off. I wanted to avoid a repeat of my entry into Chozen-Ji. Just then, I heard somebody yell "Hallooo." I looked around and saw Suhara Osho, dressed in black temple work clothes, waving his arms at me. I went over, bowed, and he motioned me into a little wooden building (I was to find out later that Mrs. Suhara runs a small concession selling tea to tourists on the grounds of the dojo and that this was where she prepared the tea).