which grew out from my confession, Such was my first impression on finding myself in Daibutsu’s ground, the haven of peace and heavenly love all by itself, soon after I returned home from my long foreign sojourn, that is quite many years ago now; but it seems it was only yesterday that I, like a thousand waves hurrying towards the Yuigahama shore of Kamakura, buried to Daibutsu with my own soul of wave-like song of prayer; can our human souls ever be more than the wave of the sea?
It was the next summer that I had many many more occasions to lay my body and soul under the blessing of Daibutsu’s valley (Oh, what a scent that is the Lord Buddha’s!) as I had many weeks to spend there at Kamakura; Summer, the month of my love, with the burning ecstasy that would soon be intensified into the greyness of Oriental desolation. I like the Summer heat, you understand, not from the fact of heat itself, but from the reason we have to thank its presence for the sweetening of the shadows of trees, where I will build, white looking at the delicious white feet of passing
