(via whiskey river)
You, as you are, you're just right.
Your parents, your children, your daughter-in-law, your grandchildren,
they are, all for you, just right.
Happiness, unhappiness, joy and even sorrow,
for you, they are just right.
The life that you tread is neither good nor bad.
For you, it is just right.
Whether you go to hell or to the Pure Land,
wherever you go is just right.
Nothing to boast about, nothing to feel bad about,
nothing above, nothing below.
Even the day and month that you die,
even they are just right.
- - fragment of a Shin Buddhist poem in Taitetsu Unno's book,
River of Fire, River of Water