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A Practitioner’s Journal 2
As If I Had Been Born Anew
Tomi Shibata
(Japan)
I secluded myself in the dojo for a week.
During twelve hours a day
of *Flame of Hope Chant practice,
there came a moment when my eyes suddenly filled with tears—
and before I knew it, they wouldn’t stop.
It was an overwhelming vibration of Great Love,
something I could not resist.
The universe became transparent,
and the Buddha appeared
as pure light itself.
I secluded myself in the dojo for a week.
During twelve hours a day
of *Flame of Hope Chant practice,
there came a moment when my eyes suddenly filled with tears—
and before I knew it, they wouldn’t stop.
It was an overwhelming vibration of Great Love,
something I could not resist.
The universe became transparent,
and the Buddha appeared
as pure light itself.
I secluded myself in the dojo for a week.
During twelve hours a day
of *Flame of Hope Chant practice,
there came a moment when my eyes suddenly filled with tears—
and before I knew it, they wouldn’t stop.
It was an overwhelming vibration of Great Love,
something I could not resist.
The universe became transparent,
and the Buddha appeared
as pure light itself.