A Piece of Mirror

by Daisaku Ikeda

Daisaku Ikeda, on how his days of youth and his mother’s prayers are all embodied in a simple piece of broken glass. I have a mirror. I always keep it with me. Actually, it’s nothing more than a piece of broken glass about the size of my palm. The back is covered with little scratches,

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