just right

This poem was on a leaflet I recieved from a monk on the other day.

 

"You are all right as you are.

 Your face, body ,name and surname are perfect for you.

Poverty and richness, your parents and your children, your son's wife and your grandchildren,

they are all perfect for you.

Happiness, misfortune, joy and even sadness are just right.

The life you led is neither nad nor good.

It's good for you. 

If you go to hell or go to paradice, the place you go is just right.

You don't need to be conceited, no need to be condescending.

There is neither above nor below.

Even the date of your death is just right.

Your life with Buddha can't be exactly bad.  

 

It seemed that this poem is the work of Ryokan, but in fact Mitsuji Fujiba, a monk of Otani denomination in Ishikaw Prefecture wrote it about 30 years

ago.

I was moved to read this poem, so I uploaded it.