How can a mother
really love as a mother
if she doesn't believe
that her mother loves her?

It seems I'm becoming like a preacher: Find God's love, and gratefully reciprocate to God and to all.

When I was five, I was hospitalized with an illness from which it was thought I would die.

Shin Buddhists invoke Amida Buddha to be transported to The Free Land, to Heaven on earth.

“A new and shocking valuation of all we have been.”

Mothers’ Day tomorrow:
what gift, what tribute?
“Mother, I Know your Soul.”

I took my grandson, her great-grandson, one year old, with me when I visited my mother, deep in Alzheimer's. She, too, like a baby, unable to feed herself, or dress or wash.

The non-believer daren't believe
until he Knows his mother's love.

All the world is my mother,
and all the world is yours.
We see it differently,
as we each see our mothers.

You are as you believe your mother to be.
So to Know her Soul is to Know your own.