Although its scent still lingers on, the form of a flower has scattered away. For whom will the glory of this world remain unchanged? Arriving today at the yonder side of the deep mountains of evanescent existence. We shall never allow ourselves to drift away intoxicated, in the world of shallow dreams.

Friday, February 22, 2008

2.20.08

Fudo Myo-o

"Looking at the world's sorry state do not whimper helplessly!
With the wrath of the gods let us bravely head on!" O Sensei
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