Saint of Mt. Koya
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"Entering the dark and shadowy forest, my feet grew cold with the fear that land crabs might creep onto the path instead of the snakes I had encountered earlier. As I penetrated deeper into the forest it began to grow dark. Down among the pines and cedars I could barely make out the distant shafts of sunlight filtering between the branches of the trees. The earth I walked upon was completely black, but where the rays of the sun were filtering through the trees, the color of the earth was changed to red.

"Water dripping from the leaves overhead splattered on my feet and formed a thin trickle along the ground. The evergreens were dropping their needles in a steady rustle, and trees unfamiliar to me creaked and groaned, dropping their leaves suddenly either onto my broad pilgrim's hat, or onto the path behind me. The forest was so dense the leaves fell from branch to branch and it took years before they finally reached the ground."


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