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Ikeda Sensei

Ikeda Sensei’s Poems

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On the shore at Morigasaki, together with a friend.

The smell of the ocean; waves striking and retreating.
Time passes. Two 19-year-olds,
uncertain of their paths, discuss philosophy.

My friend is troubled, beset by poverty.
He declares he will follow the Christian way.
His eyes gleam intensely in the moonlight.
Waves beat the shore to that strong pulse.

Grasses grow thick on the collapsed embankment.
Not knowing the name of the insects that sing,
I suggest we compose poetry this evening,
the music around us like ancient court times…

But my friend is silent—How should I live
so that my soul may ascend to the moon
that shines above these impenetrable gardens?
He wipes his tears and sighs.

My friend lost in solitary sadness.
I have vowed, I say, to live for limitless aspirations,
however painful that pursuit.
My friend smiles—I’ll do that too.

Although different from the far-off world
my friend seeks, I have my own way and path.
Watched over by the moon, let us weave
verses without end, ’til hair turns white.

May you find happiness, my friend!
Who knows when we will meet again?
Without a word, we take our separate ways.
Undulating silver waves—Morigasaki.

From the September 2024 Living Buddhism

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