Daisaku Ikeda, poet
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Daisaku Ikeda

2 January 1928Ota City, Tokyo, Japan

  • 4 Poems & Stories
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About Daisaku Ikeda

Daisaku Ikeda is a Japanese Buddhist philosopher, educator, author, and nuclear disarmament advocate. He has served as the third president and then honorary president of the Soka Gakkai, the largest of Japan's new religious movements.

Selected Quotes

Offered to Walt Whitman, poet of the people, on thecentenary of his passing, with affection and respect
— Daisaku Ikeda
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"Standing Among the Ruins of Takiyama Castle"This poem was first published in Japanese
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Poetry & Stories

  1. Like the Sun Rising

    Offered to Walt Whitman, poet of the people, on thecentenary of his passing, with affection and respect

    6 min read · 12.9K reads
  2. Standing Among the Ruins of Takiyama Castle

    "Standing Among the Ruins of Takiyama Castle"This poem was first published in Japanese

    8 min read · 12.8K reads
  3. Fighting for Peace

    The bright light of peace! All the world advancing in joyful harmony, a world lit by the bright cheer of peace! In such a world, our spirits grow and expand with each passing day, there is no lonely isolation. For you and for me, so powerless and alienated on our own, the dazzling allure of a life fully free from frustration and defeat. But in a world filled with lies genuine peace cannot be found. True happiness or peace can never exist where hearts merge in dark fusion. The creeping approach of devious authority, its bombast and strife, can never give rise to a sure and certain peace. In order to live true to your sincere convictions create a world where many share your earnest view of life. Here you will find a world of peace. Only by confronting, exposing, breaking open the pompous, poison-scented hearts of those who wield power-- only in this way will genuine peace be given the chance to live and breathe, in seen and unseen ways. When people are ignorant of their purpose in life, the deadly disruptions of war continue without cease. Peace pledged in sad, grim treaties is empty and meaningless. There must be mutual understanding of the soul and bonds that link the heart. In the words of one statesman: Peace is not found in the interval between one war and the next. Where there is no peace, happiness is unthinkable. Thus Buddhism teaches the ideal that "This, my land, is safe and tranquil." * * * We will struggle relentlessly against those who would destroy peace. We will struggle relentlessly against those who force their evil on others. We will struggle relentlessly against those who author secret wrongs, inflicting these with callous abandon. For such people are cowards. They reside in demonic gloom hissing venomous sighs as they undermine humanity and justice, turning all to nightmare and misery. Whatever lies and slander they may spread, we remain unmoved, secure in the knowledge of the justice of our cause. Doubtless they will leave this world crazed with anguish. Our flourishing and triumph shine with the brilliance of the sun. And we know we will adorn the final stages of this life as the setting sun paints the heavens a deep and perfect crimson. For their part, the inner outcome of cheap and superficial acts will be endless distress. Their hearts remain clouded in pitiable angst-- desperately struggling to maintain their fa ade, they are tormented by the vanity of their minds. Savage brutes-- the frail and fleeting nature of their inner being is plain for all to see. People who stain the honor of their own life suffer ultimate loss. They are fated to misery, pathetic and dangerous, never to know the friendly, welcoming gaze of others. Each time they catch a glimpse of their lives they find their ugly inner conflict mirrored straight back at them. Family background, for example, a source of constant boasting One such friend takes endless pride in wealth. Another overbearing friend brags of position and rank. Yet another has been overtaken by the charms of rich attire and treads proudly toward misery's depths. Others, caught up in rude amusements, wreak suffering on others even as they give over their abject souls to the daily process of decay. Ah, the stupidity that spews its sad and ugThe bright light of peace!

    14 min read · 12.8K reads
  4. Springing from the Earth

    Traveler,From whence do you come?

    1 min read · 12.6K reads

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