Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Hojo Ujimasai 1538-1590
Autumn wind of eve,
blow away the clouds that mass
over the moon's pure light
and the mists that cloud our mind,
do thou sweep away as well.
Now we disappear,
well, what must we think of it?
From the sky we came.
Now we may go back again.
That's at least one point of view.
Hmmm... heard from Marcus that his friend, who was in NYJC during the first 3 months of last year, commited suicide.
Yet it is possible for humans to die while still alive, while still fully conscious and aware of the world and of circumstances, and in complete composure of their soul.
Which is worse?
To cry for the one who has died, or to cry for yourself- a living dead, or perhaps for them all, all who have died the same way- the alive and the dead, all equally dead.
Posted by Faith at 8:49 pm