{"id":4251,"date":"2016-03-21T09:00:42","date_gmt":"2016-03-21T00:00:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/voyapon.com\/?p=4251"},"modified":"2020-03-27T11:38:48","modified_gmt":"2020-03-27T02:38:48","slug":"jochiji-temple-buddha","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/voyapon.com\/jochiji-temple-buddha\/","title":{"rendered":"Jochi-ji temple, a gleeful Buddha for time-worn soles"},"content":{"rendered":"
A temple has a way of defying time, that notched increment marked to our eyes by the same analog arrows each day. We revisit hours, remember years gone by; find ourselves thinking thoughts from earlier on into the future. Erected in 1281, Jochi-ji’s clock-less tower is the landmark for a timeless temple. Jochi-ji commemorates the past, present, and future.<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Hiking Kamakura, the Jochi-ji temple entryway is a small stretch from the Daibutsu hiking trail’s head, just five minutes south of Kita-Kamakura station’s west exit. Angled at a gradual incline beyond the boldly emblazoned gate rolls a smooth pathway partially shaded by a stand of trees. A ticket booth stands at the top end.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Buddha absent at the temple booth, only an obaa-san (a term of endearment for older women) will grant you entry into holy grounds and hand you a ticket. Here you receive a slip of paper proving your purchase, allowing free return to the temple. A waist-high bamboo barricade fortifies Jochi-ji’s front plaza, overseen by the vigilant obaa-san.<\/p>\n Entering, the steward will tell you to follow Jochi-ji’s course. Marked by arrows just above the ground, the circuit moves forward like clockwork. \u00a0There’s no need worrying about being chased away given an errant step.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Jochi-ji temple’s first enclosure is not surrounded by the usual ceramic tile walls. Rather, it’s enclosed by a house of the holy and a bulky-columned tower gate. They, along with trees that would be ornamented with spring flowers had I come later, have enough presence to feel secluded distant the secular world.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n The bare ground diverts to a woody walk on the right. \u00a0A distant grave-in-grove seems animated by softly swaying bamboo stalks. More immediate and barely bounded by another waist-high fence is a manicured yard by a plainly visibly house. The Jochi-ji temple complex was rebuilt following the 1923 Great Kanto Earthquake, and the sight-sealed proximity to what otherwise seems an ordinary traditional Japanese house makes the view feel like a sacredly-sanctioned peep show. Catching monk movement through the dimly-lit window, I walked onwards.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n The temple path combs a side of Jochi-ji’s living dome of holiness, veering inwards just short of the many gravestones. Burial grounds are coupled with empty hollows, recesses for revenants. Statues seemed to slither in my periphery, larval-white.<\/p>\n