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Shōryakuji Temple sits in a wooded valley southeast of Nara city, nestled deep in Bodaisan — Bodhi Mountain. Known as the birthplace of Japan's refined sake, the temple is seldom visited, and within the grounds only the sound of the Bodaisen River and the rustling of the trees continues, uninterrupted.
On a summer afternoon, I set foot on the stone steps of the path leading to the main hall. The trees formed a canopy overhead, and almost no light filtered through. One step, then another. Before long I could no longer tell how far I had come. Looking ahead, the view seemed to stay the same.
"I was too busy to get anything done today."
"I couldn't work on what I meant to do."
Such days will come.
The scenery may look no different from yesterday —
but try looking down at your feet for a moment.
You'll notice that you've moved forward, even if by half a step.
Here's to today's progress!
In the quiet of the mountain, time moves slowly. There is no need to rush — the path keeps going.