Centuries ago, the great Buddhism teacher, Kukai, who has spent years in the mountains in Shikoku for ascetic discipline to establish the pilgrimage there, told in the end of his life that he would enter the mountain and rest there eternally. Could I tell that I would rest in the soil forever when I am dying? I really hope I could accept the last moment of my life as he did. Maybe, however, I should be confused and flustered at the crisis of my life. May I be able to remember I have been supported and have been blessed to live in this way at that time.
The blessing from our yard farm.
A part of our garden.