subsist

http://www.higashihonganji.or.jp/sermon/shoshinge/shoshinge68.html

This is what I like.

We are already in salvation.
However, due to worry, I can't see that fact.

Is this what modern translation would look like?

http://seiten.icho.gr.jp/html/401.html

> Those born before will lead later, and those born later will visit the front, be impoverished continuously, and hopefully want to stop.

True teachings have been passed down from master to disciple and to disciple.
I hope I will continue to pass it on.

I think the modern translation looks like this.

As a lover of the Lotus Sutra, after all, Kenji Miyazawa's “Rain Nemo” has sank deep into my heart year by year.

Rain Nemo Makezu
Kaze Nemo Makezu
Snow Nemo Natsu no Sho Sanimo Makenu
Sturdy Nakaradaomochi
Desire Hanaku
Never Shitsurazu
Itsumoshizukaniwaratwil
4 cups of brown rice a day
Miso soup, vegetables, otabe
Arayurukotowo
Rezni in Jibun Wokanjouni
Yokumiki kiwakari
Socitewas lesbian
Nohara no Matsu no Hayashi no Kagino
Little Sana Bukino Hut Niwite
East Ni disease Nokodomo reba
Gyotte nursing shitteyari
Nishinitsukareta mother Areba
Go, Sono, Inano, Obehi
Minami Nisaanjin Areba
Go to Kohagara nakutemoihi
Northern Niken Quaya Alleba
Tsumaranaikarayo teuhi
Hidrino Tokihanamidawonagashi
Samsuno Natsuhaoro Oroarchi
Minnani Dekunoboat Yobare
Homeralemose
Kunimosales
SAUIFMONONI
Watashihanaritai

Faith does not necessarily save people from suffering. I want to live a muddy life amidst the suffering of life, old age, illness, and death. The more I read, the more I look at my life. There are many books with this poem, so be sure to search for it online, buy it, and give it as a gift to your dad.

Tomorrow, 9/21, is the anniversary of Kenji Miyazawa's death.

Gassho

As a daughter, I'm worried.
My 83-year-old father and my mentor's grandfather are 91.
I was a strict Buddhist (of course), but there are times when I say similar things.

The perspective of people in their 20s, the perspective of people in their 30s... the perspective of people in their 80s.
I think there are sights and feelings that can only be seen at that age.
Elderly people in particular are dying of the same generation, loss of physical freedom, feeling that death is approaching as a reality...
There are probably times when you feel a lot of sadness in your heart.

The Buddha said, “Please rely on my teachings” and “think of my teachings as mine.”
I think I'm happy with the words “I've started studying Buddhism too, so teach me a lot more” (^^)

I don't know if it's an encouraging word, but Zushi's words from the viewpoint of illness...

“The Jomei Sutra: The Nirvana Sutra says that a person who is sick should become a Buddha is good, say, and the heart is tired due to illness.”
(The sutras say that people who are sick become Buddhas. (This is because illness causes hearts to seek Buddhism)

Illness is painful, but there are opinions that can be seen as a result of it.
Getting sick is an opportunity to further deepen your relationship with Buddhism through actual experience.

Whether it's an illness or anything, they “suffer because they try to do what they want,” and based on that, I want them to encourage them to “pray for your father's healing from this illness.”
I hope so too! Gassho.

Wakaba, shikakuraba isn't good either
You can also dye it yellow and scatter

Of the bare trees thrown away by the spring and autumn
I can just quietly head to the sky

Two poems by Aoyama Shundo of the Soto sect.

Cute young leaves, colorful autumn leaves, insect-eating and sick leaves (wakuraba). Everything is a part of a tree, and it is precisely because there are all of them that trees have a profound beauty. Isn't life the same? It has flavor precisely because of life, old age, illness, and death, and the joys, sorrows and sorrows associated with it.

There are times when I think that getting older is a major form of ascetic practice in itself.

You can't leave it up to your youth to chase the “future” or “somewhere other than here,” nor can you go back to the “past” or “who you were at that time.” We must be less concerned with life “now” and “here” than healthy young people, and face themselves more deeply. When I think about that serious game, I naturally bow my head.

When I think about this kind of thing, I think of my grandmother.
My grandmother took care of me while I was away on behalf of my co-working parents, but in my later years, opportunities to do housework decreased due to dementia and illness.

My grandmother's last share of housework was folding the laundry.

Put a shirt on your lap to correct your lack of residence.
Carefully smooth out the wrinkles one by one, and align the ends firmly.
Move your center of gravity slowly and reach for the next laundry.
All I could hear was the sound of my grandmother's breathing and the sound of a car driving on the road outside.
My grandmother might not have even heard it herself.

When I happened to witness that figure, I was amazed at how beautiful it was, and I couldn't speak out for a while.

Maybe it would have been quicker if I had folded it up instead of my grandmother.
What was remarkable, however, was not efficiency or workmanship.

The very act of my grandmother folding laundry was a precious ascetic practice.

Without questioning the results or comparing them with anything, they simply concentrate on what needs to be done in front of them. That attitude made this nondescript work so beautiful that it took my breath away.

Looking back now, my grandmother's appearance at that time was a bare tree “just quietly heading to heaven,” and it was the image of a Buddha meditating, and I think it was only because of my grandmother's illness and old body that I reached that state.

No matter what the past or future may be, what matters is the here and now, and how we practice our training.
May your father use his daily activities as an ascetic practice and gain the joy and pride of living from there...
Gassho