Gleanings in Buddha Field
Studies of Hand and Soul in the Far East
Nonfiction, Travel, Asia, Japan, History, Asian, Religion & Spirituality, Philosophy
| Author: | Lafcadio Hearn | ISBN: | 9781462908981 |
| Publisher: | Tuttle Publishing | Publication: | July 17, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Tuttle Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Lafcadio Hearn |
| ISBN: | 9781462908981 |
| Publisher: | Tuttle Publishing |
| Publication: | July 17, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Tuttle Publishing |
| Language: | English |
This classic text about Buddhism in Japan by Lafcadio Hearn—on of the first Westerns to write about Japan—will be of great interests to scholars and Japanophiles alike.
Lafcadio Hearn's books continue to charm and captivate readers, as the exotic subjects about which he wrote charmed and captivated him. Gleanings In Buddha-Fields presents more Hearn magic as he enters into the spirit of Buddhism as though he were born into it.
Hearn says that if he were a god, dwelling in some old Izumo shrine on the summit of a hill, then "as air to the bird, as water to the fish, so would all substance be permeable to the essence of me. I should pass at will into the walls of my dwelling to swim in the long gold bath of a sunbeam, to thrill in the heart of a flower, to ride on the neck of a dragonfly."
He writes of a trip to Kyoto, telling of hazy autumn rice fields, with dragonflies darting over the drooping grain; maples crimsoning above a tremendous gorge; ranges of peaks steeped in morning mist; and a peasant's cottage perched on the verge of some dizzy mountain road.
This classic text about Buddhism in Japan by Lafcadio Hearn—on of the first Westerns to write about Japan—will be of great interests to scholars and Japanophiles alike.
Lafcadio Hearn's books continue to charm and captivate readers, as the exotic subjects about which he wrote charmed and captivated him. Gleanings In Buddha-Fields presents more Hearn magic as he enters into the spirit of Buddhism as though he were born into it.
Hearn says that if he were a god, dwelling in some old Izumo shrine on the summit of a hill, then "as air to the bird, as water to the fish, so would all substance be permeable to the essence of me. I should pass at will into the walls of my dwelling to swim in the long gold bath of a sunbeam, to thrill in the heart of a flower, to ride on the neck of a dragonfly."
He writes of a trip to Kyoto, telling of hazy autumn rice fields, with dragonflies darting over the drooping grain; maples crimsoning above a tremendous gorge; ranges of peaks steeped in morning mist; and a peasant's cottage perched on the verge of some dizzy mountain road.
