In the evening of a thousand peaks, I close my eyes.
Among humans, myriad of thoughts are trivial.
Serenely, I sit on my mat.
In solitude, I face an open window.
The incense has burnt out and a dark night is long.
Dew is thick; my robe is thin.
Emerging from Samadhi, I walk in the garden.
The moon has risen over the highest peak.
Blooming wisteria, azalea and dogwood tree ( white blossoms) beside a water fountain in a small temple on my way back to Ryozenji, temple 1. With that, I closed the circle, a circle which has no beginning nor end.
I want to thank you all for walking with me on this pilgrimage. It was a truly amazing experience. The kindness, generosity and warmhearteness of the Japanese people I met on the way was increadible. The beauty of the nature was often beyond words. I hope the photos could convey a little bit what I felt. In deep gratitude for the way, Traude.