Adishakti Posted July 7, 2011 (edited) A poem which was found after Kenji Miyazawa 's death. The author had Nam Myoho Renge Kyo written on all pages and a single page in between contained this poem. My sister (who speaks Japanese) almost cried when she told me about this. I guess it's the way the poem was hidden among those strong vibrations of Nam Myoho Renge Kyo which makes it so poignant. Just wanted to share it. Β ι¨γγ’γγ±γΊ ι’¨γγ’γγ±γΊ ιͺγγ’ε€γζγ΅γγ’γγ±γ δΈε€«γγ«γ©γγ²γ’γ ζ Ύγγγ― ζ±Ίγ·γηγ©γΊ γ€γγ’γ·γ γ«γγ―γ©γγγ€γ« δΈζ₯γηη±³εεγ ε³εγε°γ·γιθγ²γΏγ γ’γ©γ¦γ«γ³γγ² γΈγγ³γ²γ«γ³γΈγ§γ¦γε ₯γ¬γΊγ γ¨γ―γγγγ·γ―γ«γͺ γ½γ·γγ―γΉγ¬γΊ ιεγζΎγζγθγ ε°γ΅γθ±γγγε°ε±γγ€γ ζ±γη ζ°γεδΎγ’γ¬γ θ‘γγηη γ·γγ€γͺ θ₯Ώγγγ«γ¬γΏζ―γ’γ¬γ θ‘γγγ½γ稲γζγ²θ² γ εγζ»γγ½γ¦γδΊΊγ’γ¬γ θ‘γγγ³γ―γ¬γ©γγ―γγ’γ€γ€γγ€γ€ εγγ±γ³γ«γ€γ½γ·γ§γ¦γ¬γ’γ¬γ γγγ©γγ€γ«γ©γ€γ‘γγγ€γ€ γγγͺγγγγγγγγ²γγ¬γ· γ΅γ γ΅γγγγγͺγγͺγγ’γ«γ γγ³γγγγ―γγγ¦γγ¨γγ¬ γγ‘γ©γ¬γ’γ»γΊ γ―γγ’γ΅γ¬γΊ γ½γ¦γ€γ¦γ’γγ γ―γΏγ·γγγͺγΏγ€ Β ame ni mo makezu kaze ni mo makezu yuki ni mo natsu no atsusa ni mo makenu jΕbu na karada wo mochi yoku wa naku kesshite ikarazu itsu mo shizuka ni waratte iru ichi nichi ni genmai yon gΕ to miso to sukoshi no yasai wo tabe arayuru koto wo jibun wo kanjΕ ni irezu ni yoku mikiki shi wakari soshite wasurezu nohara no matsu no hayashi no kage no chiisa na kayabuki no koya ni ite higashi ni byΕki no kodomo areba itte kanbyΕ shite yari nishi ni tsukareta haha areba itte sono ine no taba wo oi minami ni shinisΕ na hito areba itte kowagaranakute mo ii to ii kita ni kenka ya soshΕ ga areba tsumaranai kara yamero to ii hideri no toki wa namida wo nagashi samusa no natsu wa oro-oro aruki minna ni deku-no-bΕ to yobare homerare mo sezu ku ni mo sarezu sΕ iu mono ni watashi wa naritai Β not losing to the rain not losing to the wind not losing to the snow nor to summer's heat with a strong body unfettered by desire never losing temper cultivating a quiet joy every day four bowls of brown rice miso and some vegetables to eat in everything count yourself last and put others before you watching and listening, and understanding and never forgetting in the shade of the woods of the pines of the fields being in a little thatched hut if there is a sick child to the east going and nursing over them if there is a tired mother to the west going and shouldering her sheaf of rice if there is someone near death to the south going and saying there's no need to be afraid if there is a quarrel or a lawsuit to the north telling them to leave off with such waste when there's drought, shedding tears of sympathy when the summer's cold, wandering upset called a nobody by everyone without being praised without being blamed such a person I want to become Edited July 7, 2011 by Adishakti 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Marblehead Posted July 7, 2011 Yes, that would be a beautiful goal in life. Β Thanks for sharing. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
doc benway Posted July 7, 2011 That's a beautiful poem Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
manitou Posted July 7, 2011 The balance of a butterfly landing on a bubble. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Everything Posted July 7, 2011 "Serving humanity as efficiently as possible sounds like an honorable goal in life" said Praise. "If you desire for such a reality you will contaminate my soul with heat." said water. And so it was decided... Staying in the depth of waters, arising out of water when the opportunity arises to complete a task and disappear before praise recognizes me shall be the code of the samurai. Β During a particular dark night Praise was walking beside a river as he heared the cry of a woman. He quickly ran towards the fearful voice to spot two criminal scum who were holding the woman with a firm grasp. They were obviously up to something bad. "I've seen your faces, thieves! Leave the woman in peace or it will go hard with you!" shouted Praise with all the confidence he had. The thieves continued business as usual, facing the eye witness. The women ran way, dissapearing in the clouds of mist running toward the city village. Fear striked Praise heart, he ran as hard as he could the other way. The river closed up on him and fear slowly approached Praise with an evil grin. Praise was now face to face with fear. Praise felt a drip of water on his shoulder and noticed a robed person, completely soaked of water, standing right behind him. The thieve on the left was decapitated by another robed person who caught the thieve in his arms to carefully lay the dead body on the ground. As the other thieve ran away the remaining robed person shot an arrow at him, piercing right trough his heart. "Oh my god! I can't thank you enough, for saving my life. Might I know your name? Perhaps I can arrange a price for both of your good deeds." said Praise. The two anonimous robed persons responded only by vaporating into clouds of hot steam to the bewilderment of Praise. It began to rain, each and every drop vaporated on the touch of Praise body. "No, Water! You son of a..." The shock of water stonified Praise, his last words caused water to freeze in a radius of 2 kilometers. The city still lies frozen, untouched, un altered, till the day of its discovey by a little child. His name was Sun. Sun planted the tree of life in the middle of the village. The village is gone, but the tree spread its seeds arounds the world. Β By Karool Noudak Β Β It kinda reminded me of that poem Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
thelerner Posted July 8, 2011 Certainly the way of the saint, or saintly. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
