My mother is an elderly woman.
She is still well but at this time of year
She has a hard time with hayfever.
Once, after I'd had a cold, my mum sneezed
And my childlike mind was so sorry to think
"I gave it to her."
Remembering that kind of thing
Makes me vaguely think I need to remember filial piety
and be dutiful to my parents...
To respond to the love of having, protecting, and raising me
Love is the only answer.
But as a parent of a child myself I think
Rather than having my child aim her love at me
I hope she will become a child who can love the people
around her without favoritism or distinction.
I think that is the true meaning of
And that makes me happier than anything.
So now, the Mother who sneezes consecutively
might be giving us children a message, perhaps.
It might be a sickness that we children
gave her in the first place.
You can say that's an error in judgement.
Or you could say it's
not one's real form.
When people fight saying it's for
what's right or justice
Hurting one another
Even killing one another
any different to a sickness?
If justice is carried out,
and there are pangs of conscience
Then that reflects your true self,
And it is not an action sincere to your true heart.
Maybe your true heart
is mistaken for justice?
To explain justice,
Evil is necessary.
What is the heart like of a mother who
has watched her children in profound conflict
for thousands of years?
What do we think we have to lose
if we stop being sick?
The children of the Earth, human beings
Is that what we are?
I wonder if our state now
Our hearts now
As human beings
And if not, then
Where do we want to head from here?
Is the state of our awareness
Making our Mother sick?
Or is it going too far to say so?
However, we can say this.
If the child is a part of its mother
Then a mother is a part of that child
It must be
we spent some time
devoting ourselves to our parents, right?
devotion to your parents
Can not be said in terms of justice.
We weren’t born and
Are not protected by
Nor brought up
We were born,
and brought up
by love, weren't we?
To answer the love
that gave us life, protected,
and brought us up,
Only love will suffice
And where to send the love,
To love those around us,
We choose who to love
With our own hearts
To myself, who sits here thinking
"I made her sick"
I want to get better soon.
I'll definitely get better.
Because I was given life by love
I am loved enough.
More than anything,
That is our true self
＊Translated for me by a friend.