If you have some free time, please read the poem I wrote when I was young.

I wrote the poem I want to introduce to you when he was 23 years old. At that time, I was working as a rescue worker for the Air Self-Defense Force at Hamamatsu Air Base.

The manuscript of my poem is still in my possession.

Well, it is a strange blessing of time that the forest of words I wrote 43 years ago now urges me to question and awaken, and rings a bell telling me not to forget my aspirations.

Time, which takes on four aspects: present, past, future, and eternity, makes us free.

My wish is for the world to forget me and for all living things to shine in this freedom as workers of love.

Mission - as a poet -

Our world is based on an order that rides on vessels of cognition.
It also operates due to various causes and effects.
Its direction and meaning are not always correct.

One thing, with eyes full of life
when he sees this relative world
When he seeks to see heavenly ordinances and loving care on earth
The world will be so chaotic that it will seem like an illusion.

The danger of the bridge being crossed
He was surprised by the blackness of their tied hands again,
The hatred for being alive silently tries to open its mouth

But you have to realize
you came from the deepest part of you
There's only one person calling

What you saw, what he thought,
Put it on your lips!
At the beginning of spring, I embrace and kiss every bud,
like that wind

And like a feather swaying with joy
Tell me
With a mesmerizing sound
the meaning of life