Late in the morning on March 16, eighteen haiku poets – and their little prince, Glyeb – come together at Tegai-mon, the west gate of Todaiji Temple, built in the mid-eighth century.
Into his rucksack
a toddler
packing spring light
… (Yaeno Azuchi)
We begin strolling around the backyards of the Great Buddha Hall.
They sunbathe
behind the Great Temple ―
naked trees
… (Akishige Ida)
andromeda blooms
at Daibutsu pond —
longing for my daughter
… (Sydney Solis)
finicky tourists:
a world ago and now
two deer chewing sprouts
… (Anna Shershnyova)
white-fluffy-tailed fawn
already makes eyes at tourists –
senbe dreaming
… (Ursula Maierl)
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The Shoso-in, the Nara emperors’ 8th century treasure house, made entirely of timber in the ancient azekura (log house) style, is unfortunately closed for the day, but at least we catch a glimpse of its long, tiled roof.
The Imperial Storehouse
takes a holiday:
the deer work hard
… (Hiroko Nakakubo)
Shosoin –
deer in tree shade
grazing Time itself
… (Shigeko Kibi)
A Persian vase
in the ancient storehouse:
dry westerly
from the Silk Road
… (Ayako Kurokawa)
remnant
of a cedar torch
left in a monk’s yard –
spring is nigh
… (Eiko Mori)
Proceeding to Nigatsu-do (February Hall) between aged clay walls, we climb steep stone steps. At this hall, Todaiji’s solemn rite, Shuni-e (popularly called ‘Omizutori’), has been performed every February of the old lunar calendar since 752 CE. This year’s rite was completed just two days before. In one corner, there is a box of charred cryptomeria twigs from the heavy blazing torches that had been run by monks along the great wooden balustrade outside. Today, people are taking these twigs home as talismans.
Under a blue sky
the scenery unfolds –
February Hall
… (Akito Mori)
Soft spring breeze –
after the Water-drawing Rites
burnt scent
of cedar torches
… (Jun Tsutsumi)
In my mind
sharing the breeze
with ancient noblemen –
Nigatsu-do veranda
… (Akira Kibi)
We then enter the adjacent Hokke-do (also known as Sangatsu-do, March Hall), completed in 733 CE, and find ourselves facing the great gilt Fukusenkaku Kannon, with its associates and guards, all National Treasures made using the kanshitsu (‘dry lacquer’) technique.
Remains of gold
shine dimly
in the chiaroscuro hall –
statues grown old
… (Jeanne)
The third eye
of the golden Kannon
half open –
spring has come
… (Kazue Gill)
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Most of us then go to see Todaiji Temple’s 26-ton Great Bell, one of Japan’s oldest and largest, suspended nearby in its own bell tower.
Reverberations of the Bell –
subtle overtones
of imaginary ringing
… (Kyoko Nozaki)
as if locked in a cave
standing under
the temple bell –
spring darkness
… (Tomiko Nakayama)
Now, it’s high time for lunch, and soon we have assembled on the second floor of Yama no Café, looking out on grassy Wakakusa Hill. In his welcome remarks, Tito mentions Basho’s haiku composed back in 1685 inside Nigatsu-do during Shuni-e.
水とりや氷の僧の沓の音
Mizutori ya / kohri no sou no/ kutsu no oto
The Water-drawing Ceremony –
that freezing sound of monks
shuffling in their clogs
After lunch, an improvised book stall is set up, with Jeanne and Tomiko serving – an unusual opportunity to buy, at a 30% discount, many of the past 20-odd years of Hailstone Publications. Of 34 books brought, all but 5 are sold. We then share some of the haiku composed on the day while sipping tea. Finally we disperse, still not a cloud in the luminous spring sky. One or two linger, to take a stroll on close-cropped Wakakusa-yama …
The box of poetry books, sold –
folding it flat
and sliding on that
down the grassy slope!
… (Tito)