Moon Viewing on Fuji Mountain. We had been travelling for almost 24 hours when we arrived at Tokyo’s Haneda Airport. Flying over the ocean with a large group of pilgrims from Los Angeles, the natural fatigue of jet lag air travel had caught up with me. My weeks of preparation ahead of our journey had…
To be willing to risk everything,To awaken even in the darkest hours,To be fearless - even reckless,To pursue adventure with illumination,To abide in faith for eons. To seek my mentor over lifetimes,To polish my character,To give encouragement and hope,To boldly carve a path for others,To attract fortune from afar. To be Buddha I AM,To…
I. We youthful warriors walk into the mountains to conquer the highest peak, determined to challenge the world, . We climb ever higher along clear mountain streams, rapidly tumbling along the boulders in a never-ending flow behind and ahead – up and up to the tree-line of the high-sierra and beyond, far above the distant…
We had been fishing that morning, on a clear winter day in Southern California, at a beach near Malibu, 1975. I had caught a fish, and Sensei * helped me to reel it in. Our fishing group consisted of about fifteen people including Mrs. Ikeda and several Soka Gakkai leaders, all gathered together on the…
This story was first published in my book, The Johari Mirror. Many readers have asked me to post the account of my introduction to Buddhism. This is the dramatic tale of a Bodhisattva’s advent. Most people living as I write this remember or know by reference the gruesome serial case that grabbed the headlines in…
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