Movement 1 Encounter of Smiles – Part 2Posted date：2022-02-19
Category：No.5 Yugyo: Rajomon, Amida's Tale - Warm, Gentle, Calm , The Sacred Biography of Heian Buddhism: Amitabha Sage (Hijiri) Kuya, ed.
The latter part: the encounter to the smile
“My older sister?”
That is the word the child girl whom I met in Higashi city said. I saved this child who came to this city from being captured after stealing a dried fish from Ichikura (Ichikura is a shop’s name). And the child was the one who was called the “deadly child” from people in the city regarded as impure for its appearance was dirty and it had the countenance that was about to die.
I crouched down to the child girl’s eye level and listened to her story.
“Yes, my older sister is sick. She seems to be having a hard time. So, I thought I would give her something tasty to eat. That’s why I came to the city. But I have nothing to pay with, but I’m worried about my older sister, so…”
I see, then that dried fish was … to feed her sick sister.
I thought as I looked at this raggedly dressed child girl.
Perhaps that is not all.
This child, after all, must have been repeatedly and unavoidably stealing in order to survive. People who have been abandoned by the world, people who have lost their place in it, cannot live without food. This is especially true if they are children.
As I was thinking this, the young child girl squeezed one of my hands with both of her small hands.
“I have a favor.”
Her hands were surprisingly cold, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care, because the child woman’s black eyes, filled with sadness and pain, captured my heart and wouldn’t let go.
“Please save my sister.”
Please save, save my sister.
“If I don’t do anything to her, my sister, my sister.”
I said nothing and gently held the child girl’s cold hand with my other hand. Then I respond with a smile toward the tearful child girl and gently pat her head, taking in the cries of grief that come from her hands.
“Alright, alright, so don’t cry anymore.”
Without breaking into a smile, I gently said to the child girl, “Okay, let’s go save your sister, right now.”
“Yes, it’s true.”
I gently touched both shoulders of the child girl and spoke.
“So show me the way. Let’s go, let’s go to your sister’s.”
“Yeah, … yeah!”
“My name is Kuya, Kuya. Do you have your name?”
“My name is Ren. My mother named it to me.”
“Well, then, Ren, go ahead and please guide me to your sister’s. I will save your sister, without fail.”
For this reason, I am with the child girl called Ren now. Under the clear sky, at Rajomon, the front entrance of one city at the south end of Suzaku-street, the central road of city of Kyoto. Standing in front of it, overwhelmed by its majesty.
“Kuya, hurry up.”
“Yes, okay, lead the way.”
I was accompanied by Ren, the child girl, to the Rajomon Gate. To help her sister who was suffering from an illness.
Continue to “the second movement: the woman in Rajomon”.
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