It has been about a week since I arrived at Delhi Airport.  I have less than four days left in Bodhgaya before I leave on the overnight train to Delhi, where I will stay for three days until I must ride on the plane to Japan.  My experience in Bodhgaya this year has been as exciting as the one last year; possibly more.  The excitement I am feeling this year is a very different one compared to last year.  Everyone in Bodhgaya, including myself, have matured and grown in their own unique ways.  I for one have improved mentally and spiritually over this past year, as well as during my time in India.  Since it may seem natural and ordinary for someone to develop intellectually over the course of a year, let me explain how I matured spiritually over the past several day in India.
    To begin, Bodhgaya, BIhar is known as the land on which Buddha was enlightened.  Around the area are many historically spiritual areas where Buddha have traveled during is spiritual heightening.  During my tenure at this sacred region of India, I stayed at my friend's hotel, which is located in the vicinity of the famous Mahabodhi Temple, which is where the tree that Buddha meditated in front of lives.  I am not sure whether I received a spiritual inspiration from above, but I felt a sudden urge to restudy the teachings of Master Ryuho Okawa, the founder and leader of Happy Science.  Before I arrived in Bodhgaya, I was ignorant of the magnitude and value of the teachings of Happy Science.  Not that I had never heard of the teaching, but that I preceived the guidance and enlightenment as something taught to one on a natural basis.  I had actually been part of the organization/belief since birth due to my parents faith in Happy Science, so my relations with the religion had been more than natural, that the basic teachings of El Cantare seemed as intermediate as addition and subtraction taught in a first grade math class.  However, as I began to read the books written by Ryuho Okawa during my time in Bodhgaya, I realized how incredibly misguided I was by my own deductions of El Cantare and Happy Science.  
    Previously, I had avoided any opportunity to read Master Okawa's books by criticizing His style of English writing.  I had a preconception that the English used in His books are too fundamental and awkward for me to read; I was conceited of my English ability to the point of shame and disgrace.  Once I started reading The Unshakeable Mind, I realized that even though the structure of the sentences and paragraphs were a little awkward, I was overwhelmed by the profundity of the information that those letters contained.  It was then that I also realized that I must continue my religious studies and persist against the busy material/secular life that will interfere.... to be continued.

Every now and then

In a wooden room in my mind

Once upon a time

You wrote me a song

That woke me up

From my deep deep sleep.

Just to see your smile again

I ignored everything

Only looking for something

To keep my mind away from you.

Once upon a time

I went emo.

Tears rolling down my cheek

Turning into ink; staining my heart.

Just to hear your voice again

I stayed up till 2:30

Searching constantly

For The Antlers to pop up.

Once upon a time

I found out

That we were impossible.

But I still decided to keep the Promise.

Just to be with you

Even through a screen

So cold and flat

Just because its you.

i already know

何であんなことを言ったのか

i want everything to be perfect,

if i were a chocolate bunny

the golden spoon

dips into the glowing honey jar

that catches the soft rays of the spring sun.

as it lifts itself into the open air

honey drips

soon turns into white flower petals

still glowing with the same warm light

rests in my hands.

the scent of sweetness invades my personal space.

unable to resist the temptation

butterflies with wings with the colors of the world

fly into me.

they start to tickle my stomach.

i laugh endlessly into the breeze

that carries my voice to your ears,

hopefully making you smile,

then i remember the time you held my waist

and played a familiar yet enigmatic beat with your fingers;

now my new habit.

at every table i sit,

my fingers drum the beats

of the indie music you sent me.

notes floating away from my fingers;

during calc, apes, compgov,

until i return to your arms at the end of the day

when you finally absorb the beats

as you also hear my heart beat

adding a new twist to the rhythm.

we stood still,

under the sparkling night sky

when everything happened.

the dark air turning orange,

and the pinkish yellow that flowed from my chest

into yours

spreading limitless,

until our silent laughs said it all.

 

as i sit alone on the green