The Time I Went Looking for The Buddha. The previous year's harvest had left me well off. I no longer needed to work my own fields, and had achived a prominent position in the village. I had even found the time to write poetry.'
My elegant and flowery words had won the heart of the Miller's daugther, Mariko. We were set to marry that spring. And yet ... and yet I am not the fulfilled, O great Inari. I humbly ask you to grant me that which I still lack - though I don't know what it is