What do you become when you live

Nice to meet you.
My name is Fujinami.

Fierce emptiness!
You are devastated by this, aren't you?

Yes... even if I am a monk, I feel the same way.
Why am I doing this?! I mean.

But that moment is also the moment I forget the Buddha.
I don't know which denomination the purpose of Suzuchi-san's house is,
I am the Jodo Shinshu,
It is a sect where a Buddha called Amida Nyorai watches over you.

The Buddha called Amida Nyorai
They look at Suzuchi-san and me from the same standpoint.
Fierce emptiness... about those of us who make us feel like that
They shed tears together, wondering if that was the case...

The children sent out by Suzuchi-san will probably go to school in good health.
While being in that natural scene, this sense of emptiness of myself...

The dislike for money is unavoidable because I don't like it either...
I can understand that feeling very well.
There is even a saying “a world where money is vengeance.”

The one that accepts all of your feelings
He is the Buddha of absolute mercy.

Please take a look for the Buddha's appearance.
Whether it's online, at a bookstore, or if there's a temple nearby, even there...
It's a good idea to take a moment to face that figure and stretch your heart out.

What the heck does being alive become,
Well then, when it comes to whether that will be solved when you die,
Sometimes that's not the case.
The one who tells me about that by showing only the appearance is
There are many kinds of Buddha... (^_^).

To Suzuchi-san...

http://www.hongwanji.or.jp/mioshie/howa/ Nishi Honganji Temple Dharma site

http://hongwanji-shuppan.com/ Jodo Shinshu book

This is the site of Nishi Honganji Temple (Jodo Shinshu Honganji school).
If you don't mind, please take a look.
You might find a hint... ♪♪

It seems like your pain just pops out of the sentence.
It's really painful, isn't it?

I'm not you, so I can't say I understand the pain.
However, I have been told that the more you roar, the more painful it is.

I'm going to read Suzuchi's sentences and write what I feel in my own way.

First of all, aren't you only seeing painful things because you think it's painful?
I think there is always a jumble of bad things and good things in the world.

For example, let's say you eat food that's a little bad and bitter.
That's disgusting, isn't it? That's bad, isn't it?
But if that food is so good for your body that it gives you strength from all over your body and makes you feel refreshed, that's a good thing, isn't it?

If you capture only one side of something like that, it will only be either good or bad.

What's more, we humans can only see the immediate future, so we don't notice that there is a lot of work in saying that we are alive.

For example, if you miss the train and arrive late for work, that's a bad thing, isn't it?
However, if you were on time for that train, you may have been involved in a traffic accident along the way. If you were able to avoid that, it would be a miracle that you missed the train.
It's something you never understand when you say you're late, though...

I think there is such an invisible miracle, the intention of the great work of a great life that integrates all lives.
And I think it's Buddha.

I don't think it's very easy to understand the value of life based on values based on my own little insight.
What's more, I don't think it's easy to say the value of living.

“Fun” and “happiness” are always inherent in painful things, and when you notice them, “fun” and “happy” pop out of there.

Then leave all your painful feelings to the Buddha and look for something that makes you feel even a little bit happy.

Postscript: Daring to fully enjoy your disgusting self by holding it at an angle may also be a life full of flavor.

I understand what you said very well.

Before I had a relationship with a monk, when I was young, I suddenly lost an important person and lived crying and screaming for close to a year.

Became a monk, and run away with a large amount of money by a trader,

It's a short life, but I don't understand the meaning of living it over and over again.

When I think about it now, it's pathetic, but I've even tried to end my life.

Suddenly, I realized that I'm not alone, and that the reason I have this life now is a combination of many coincidences of life.
If only one person didn't have any ancestors.

Right now, I have realized the preciousness and gratitude of having a life.

Since then, my life has changed.

Suzuchi-san is amazing; even though she said that, she does what she should do properly.

It's great.

I don't like bad things, I don't like bad things, things I don't like, things I don't like are good, aren't they?

Whether you scream, cry, or worry

No matter how much I keep crying and screaming, my tears won't wither, and I've thought many times that it would be easier when they wither, but since they're alive, they won't wither.

It's okay, because I'm alive
(^O^)

Kitchen work is the hardest part of a Zen temple.
It takes 2 to 3 hours to make one meal, and the ascetic monks (laughs) eat it for 5 minutes.
It's probably more dented than Suzuchi-san.
Lots of washing too. It's 200 servings x 5 tableware+cooking utensils, so it's 1000 pieces. So, it feels so empty, and I understand it super well.
I think, “Is it OK for me to just do this much washing?”
To put it bluntly, washing isn't just about washing. Human skills have also improved, and both the technique and brain are getting better. What's more, housework is an important support for adults to raise children as people no matter which one they take. For me, it's an ascetic practice that doesn't move my heart.
Recently, I've been struggling with how smoothly I can do the washing when washing (I'm doing it instead of my wife who has severe rough hands). (lol)
It's fun to play like a game.
Place two big tarai next to each other.
① After the meal, place all the dishes on the oversized tray. I was amazed at how easy it was.
② Leftovers go straight to the trash or field. I was amazed at how easy it was to take the plunge.
③ Pour water on one side of the tarai. I'm so happy with my eco-friendly self.
④ Remove leftovers from it and put it in Tarai on the other side. I'm amazed at how efficient it is.
⑤ Flush the water. I am so grateful for the water.
⑥ Gently pat and wash with a washing sponge. I was amazed at that speed.
As a detergent, I recommend Kyukut or Joy, which foams well and drains water well.
⑦ Rinse with a sponge while flushing water in the tarai. I was amazed at the idea of a rinse-sama sponge ♡
⑧ Turn it upside down and let it dry naturally near a window. It's dry at the next meal.
With the idea of not wiping it off, it's amazing ♡ floor, flooded bed. Wipe clean.
What makes me think it's silly is because I have myself making it stupid.
It's a sense of rejection, denial, and cancellation of things, but you've probably experienced it being counteracted by it.
When it comes to living, food, laundry, everything is deeply involved with me. It may not be glamorous, but what I'm doing is my own activity. You should love your activities and actions.
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