10th May 2013

 

Poem of a soul

 

The stone pavement is wet under rain
Overlooking the Yasaka tower that guards the way.
I walk peacefully in the evening.
I listen to a sound of ancient times.
Through the back gate door of Koma’s inner garden,
With its sound of nostalgia
Of ancient Koma people,
I lower my head to go out.
To chin up.
Marvelous light comes into my heart
To surprise me all of a sudden.
I cheered it to see
Brilliantly shining greening of trees that surround the Yasaka tower
And a magnificent tower that looks like a big living creature,
Ready to move forward
Like a wind,
That touches my heart to tell me that
Now we shall move on together with the world of souls
To change human history.

As I look up at the tower
And close my eyes,
I can enjoy talking with souls of people
Who have been resurrected and manifested from underground.
Every soul shall realize ultimate salvation only by encountering
An endless world far beyond the universe.

Souls for building a new country
Are shining in a higher dimensional world,
Blessed by glorious light coming down on us from
A world far beyond heaven.
I create a poem.

A new country shall be built.
Everybody shall create and build one.
Then souls of people will be rewarded.
Those who had built an ancient capital city in ancient times.
Their souls are revising now.
A new country shall be born.
A new country shall be built.

Together with them I will go on,
To welcome the time to resurrect every soul all over the world.