(Apr 5)   Buried in the vicinity of Unganji the spot Butcho-osho lived in mountain retreat.

less than five-foot square
thatched abode

a pity to put up at all
but there is rain

what he wrote with pine-charcoal point on rock - how long ago was that told? To see what remains led our walking-sticks to Unganji and some kindly beckoning others to come along too, mostly younger people, got caught up in such eager chatter, reached mountain unawares. Dense, a long way through the valley, pine and cedar thick massed, moss oozing, Uzuki sky chilly. Where the ten views ended, crossed a bridge and entered by temple gate.

Then, intent on our quest, scrambled up just beyond and there it was, the hut, perched on a ledge up against a cave. Like seeing Myozenji's "Entrance to Death" or Houn-Hoshi's "Stone Chamber."

even woodpeckers
can't break into this hut
summer grove

hastily written, the one poem, left on a post there.