It's been 3 months since my father passed away
I would like to take his last breath peacefully without suffering and talk a little bit about my father who went to the Pure Land for ascetic training.
Certainly, my father died, and he ostensibly disappeared from our house.
However, when I look at the magnitude of my father's existence when I put something on it and hide it, I just lament it when I look at it as a son.
“How small is my body compared to that.”
Suddenly, I find myself caught up in a sense of humility.
Of course, getting caught up in this kind of mind is ridiculous and doesn't produce anything, but it occasionally attacks me like a fever.
The existence of a father who could not be surpassed, and the existence of a father who should have been surpassed.
I'm confused between the two.
“Have I become like my father?”
“Can't I be like my father?”
The existence of a “father” still drives me. The fact is painful.
The current situation is extremely difficult, but I would appreciate it if you could get out of it even a little bit.
We clap hands.
