Dharma Card for July, 2009
a caterpillar is coming on;
We are leaves,
How can we escape?
by a Canadian fifth grader
(Quoted from Oriori-no-Uta)
This boy has a sharp observant eye,
doesn’t he? He finds himself as a leaf
and is staring at the caterpillar that is
nibbling its way towards him.
Don’t you feel something serious at
this poem? Isn’t a caterpillar approaching
us, from which we can’t escape?
Yes, there are a caterpillar called Aging,
another called Illness, and still another called
Death, all coming nearer and nearer very quietly.
A lady composed a haiku:
“Silently coming along every second
my own aging.”
She rightly witnessed that caterpillar.
“Why such a gloomy topic?” someone may say.
"Why not try to live a sunny-side life cheerfully, this
Yes, we do wish to do so, but
the caterpillars are coming along without fail.
We should be determined then; we should proceed
to hear the Dharma, if we are wise enough.