And the giant pagoda Konpon Daito (which, according to Wikipedia, is “the central point of a mandala covering not only Mt. Kōya but all of Japan”)

from Wikipedia

Impressively, some pilgrims have pasted their stickers to the roof of the gate, at least 20 feet above our heads:

Satoshi pointed out the two barrels on top of the roof of the building beyond the gate:

I’d been around enough Japanese historical sites that week to guess what they were for – fire protection.  They collect rain water (and were overflowing today!), and if a fire is spotted, a young monk climbs on to the roof and uses the barrels to soak the roof and put out and flames.

We took the public bus across town to the entrance of the graveyard that surrounds Okunoin – the mausoleum for Kobo Daishi.

With over 200,000 graves and memorials, this is the largest graveyard in Japan.  Between the towering cedar trees, the constant rain, and the moss-covered stone carvings, this was the most magical place I saw on the trip – a place I could easily imagine Totoro or Kodama peeking out through the shadows and the foliage:

The entrance and the first of three sacred bridges with a war memorial shaped like flames with hand prints

Satoshi explained that these towers represent the five elements – Earth (square), Water (ball), Fire (multi-pointy), Wind (cylinder disk), and Sky/Heaven (single-pointy)

An anti-abortion memorial with three lovely bodhisattvas carrying fetuses

Satoshi explained that anyone can be buried here.  As an example, he pointed out the strange memorial to the right of the tall one in this photo:

Here’s a closer look:

Yup.  That’s a blowfish.  It marks the grave of a fishmonger.  I’m not sure which is more poetic – that sculpture, or the memorial below:

Satoshi and I walked the two kilometers through the rain, the forest, and the graves until we came upon Okunoin – the mausoleum of Kobo Daishi.  Photos were not allowed in that area because of it’s sacredness – when Kobo Daishi was 62, he had this building constructed, settled in a sitting pose inside, and began meditating.  Supposedly, he’s still alive in there – miraculously preserved in a state of eternal meditation waiting for the Buddha to come again.

Two other interesting facts accompanied this information from my guide:

1) Each morning the monks at the temple there take breakfast to Kobo Daishi and leave it outside the chamber for him.  Apparently it’s quite a ritual with a formal procession and a fancy litter to carry the food.  As far as I know, he has yet to eat it.

2) In anticipation of the town’s upcoming anniversary celebration next year, workers have been reconstructing the mausoleum.  Apparently there was a conundrum – how can workers fix the roof above Kobo Daishi without showing disrespect?  They cannot just climb up there because that would put them higher than him, which is not okay.  Satoshi showed me their solution – the workers all tie small tails to their uniforms.  This transforms them into animals, “like squirrels,” he said; and so they can do the work.  Animals are always above us in nature, he explained.

I like imagining American construction workers each selecting which tail he/she wants to wear to the work site today.

After we paid our respects to Kobo Daishi, Satoshi led me to a large open room where the monks hold educational lectures.  He fetched a tray of tea from the nearby kitchen and pulled a package of sweet ginger cookies out of his bag.  He told me they’re made each morning by a man in his village.  They are tasty, and when I told him so, Satoshi insisted I take the rest of them with me – “A small gift,” he said.