Daily Encouragement by Daisaku Ikeda
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
If we don't practice gongyo, the rhythm of our lives will be thrown off kilter, just as a machine that isn't oiled will rust. Gongyo and chanting daimoku are like starting an automobile's engine every day and driving in the direction of happiness and truth. By doing so day after day, you will gradually attain perfect unity with the universe and the Law. That state is the state of the Buddha.
From The Writings of Nichiren Daishonin
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Abutsu-bo is therefore the treasure tower itself, and the treasure tower is Abutsu-bo himself. No other knowledge is purposeful. It is the treasure tower adorned with the seven kinds of treasures?hearing the correct teaching, believing it, keeping the precepts, engaging in meditation, practicing assiduously, renouncing one's attachments, and reflecting on oneself. You may think you offered gifts to the treasure tower of the Thus Come One Many Treasures, but that is not so. You offered them to yourself.
The Writings of Nichiren Daishonin, page 299
On the Treasure Tower
Written to Abutsu-bo Nittoko on March 13, 1272
Wisdom for Modern Life by Daisaku Ikeda
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
In the face of rejection, you must learn to be courageous. It is important to believe in yourself. Be like the sun, which shines on serenely even though not all the heavenly bodies reflect back its light and even though some of its brilliance seems to radiate only into empty space. While those who reject your friendship may sometimes fade out of your life, the more you shine your light, the more brilliant your life will become.
Daisaku Ikeda - A Youthful Diary (03 Mar. 1960) p.483
The Girls' Festival.
In our Buddhism, New Year's Day corresponds to myo, the Girls' Festival (March 3) to ho, the Boys' Festival (May 5) to ren, the Star Festival (July 7) to ge, and the Chrysanthemum Festival (September 9) to kyo.
I'm reminded of my early childhood. Peaceful, fun days, running and playing in fields of greenery and flowers. This day is filled with the fragrance of my mother, the fragrance of my young siblings. Innocence.
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