The Chinese character for waterfall is made from combining the characters for “water” and “dragon.” Like tens of thousands of writhing water dragons, the over-
whelming, powerful Niagara Falls seems to tear at heaven and earth with explosive force.
Like this king of waterfalls, people should live their lives as kings and queens—
Like the waterfall, fierce,
like the waterfall, unflagging,
like the waterfall, unfearing,
like the waterfall, merrily,
like the waterfall, proudly—
I was in Canada in June 1981. It had been 21 years since my last visit. My 61-day trip around the world was drawing to an end. …
After visiting the Toronto Community Center, I headed out with some Canadian members for this picturesque pride of Canada, Niagara Falls.
It was a fine day. We were perspiring in the afternoon sun. But the air near the falls was cool and refreshing. Depending on the wind’s direction, you might get soaked by windblown spray as intense as any rainstorm.
The name Niagara means “bisected lowland.” Faithful to this meaning, the Niagara River divides around Goat Island, which separates two waterfalls: the American Falls and the Canadian Falls. I pointed my camera at the larger, Canadian Falls, which measures some 2,200 feet across. As I squinted into the view-
finder, I watched rainbows dance and frolic before the great curtain of water.
From where does it come?— the blue-green water that flows in a ceaseless torrent, moment by moment, hour by hour. Forty-two million gallons of water per minute. For 10,000 years and more, the water has continued to flow without a moment’s respite. It is symbolic of a torrent of life—the life force of planet Earth, which continues to pour forth, overflowing, inexhaustible. On this Earth exists such a grand spectacle, although it does not match in grandeur the cosmos of the human spirit.
To the waterfall, I call out in my heart;
Let your rumble resound in my life
as it shakes the Earth’s foundation.
It is a marching song of boiling currents,
a symphony of majestic cataracts.
Let your storm of water fill my heart!
Pour in your pounding, foaming, raging waters!
But my soul, smiling calmly, will drink it all in.
The waterfall roars!
But I shall roar the louder!
The waterfall surges forth!
But even more boldly, I shall surge ahead!
Adapted from an essay in Our Beautiful Earth: Photos and Essays of My Travels, by Daisaku Ikeda, April 2, 2000, Seikyo Press, Tokyo, Japan.
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