Toll the bell of the new renaissance

To my dear fellow members of Italy

Renaissance!

Renaissance!

How I love the pure

reverberations of this word.

In it we hear the sounds

of humanity, of liberation,

of freedom and energetic action.

From it wafts

the floral scents of art and literature,

the gleaming brilliance

of a fresh new day.

Centuries ago, the Renaissance

arose here in this land of Italy,

in magnificent Florence.

And today

the sun of a new renaissance,

—a renaissance of life—

is rising above

the floral tiled roofs of this city.

How wondrous this procession

of mission-entrusted youth

emerging as from the earth,

setting forth under the banner

of the Mystic Law!

Listen! The daybreak bells are ringing

and the songs of renewed life resound—

in the vibrant city of Milan,

in Rome, aflame with morning light,

on the beaches of Santa Lucia

and in the peaks of the Apennines.

Behold the primordial dawn!

The curtain lifts on a new

and truly human age!

Humanity,

the human being,

this vast mystery

has been variously described—

Man the enigma, the paradox,

the self-deceiver,

the creature of drama.

Humans are:

wise yet foolish, foolish yet wise,

noble and debased, vulgar yet lofty,

drawn to beauty yet mired in ugliness,

aspiring to good but perpetrating evil,

seemingly weak yet strong,

seemingly strong while actually weak…

Striving to become yet betraying ourselves,

questing for freedom yet ending in constraint,

talking of peace and yet ceaselessly

spawning violence and war.

The historical Renaissance

released the vast mystery of

human possibilities

from the fetters of God and Church,

urging a return to antiquity,

to the classics,

to humanity.

This was unquestionably

a moment of human triumph,

a paean to human freedom.

As one intellectual would describe it,

the history of the Renaissance

is the history of the attainment

of self-conscious freedom

by the human spirit.

And yet, dear friends,

I strongly encourage you

to remember that

the attainment of freedom

still lies before us.

For a renaissance

is not so much something

achieved or perfected,

but something that leads to

the further flowering of human potential—

not a conclusion but a beginning.

Without this awareness and vigilance,

the triumph of humanity,

the paean to freedom,

may end up opening

a Pandora’s box,

unleashing horrors on the world.

Ask yourselves, my friends:

Has humanity,

seemingly finally free

of the constraints of God and Church,

won genuine freedom?

Have we truly taken our place

as history’s protagonists?

No! Surely not!

Has humanity not found itself instead

in a miserable subservience

to systems and ideologies,

to science and machines?

Here lies the paradox of freedom,

the contradiction of history.

And so, my friends,

as standard-bearers of a new renaissance

—the renaissance of a century of life—

continue to advance the cause

first pioneered by the Italian Renaissance—

the attainment of freedom!

Grasp this spirit as a baton

that has been passed on to you

and run with it to the ends of the Earth—

restore humanity

to its rightful place within

history and society!

To this end, my friends

—in order to become truly yourself,

in order that all people may be truly human—

dedicate yourselves

to seeking out the ultimate principle,

the law of life that dwells within.

A Buddhist scripture instructs us

to be the masters of our minds

and not let our minds be our masters.

When people make their minds their masters

egotism runs rampant in the world.

The widespread failure of self-restraint

leads eventually to despotism

and the steely, demon hand of fascism.

When people become masters of their minds,

gardens of peace and happiness surely await.

By appreciating each other’s strengths,

complementing our shortcomings,

we can ultimately reach

a concert of humanity

where harmony abounds.

This is why, my friends,

to truly master your minds,

you must never disconnect yourself

from the incomparable Law

that is our source of confidence and strength,

or slacken in its practice.

Be a person of pure and earnest faith

one who “rises every morning with the Buddha

and rests with the Buddha every evening.”

Strive to better yourself without cease,

polishing the mirror

of your life both day and night.

Prevailing over the heart’s

whims and weaknesses,

deftly take the reins

of the wild, unruly horse that is the mind,

and race ahead, straight and true,

along the grand course of kosen-rufu.

For this is the essence

of our movement of human revolution.

My dear friends,

standard-bearers of a new renaissance,

stand firmly on the side of the people!

The Renaissance

was led by aristocrats

and was thus estranged

from the people.

It was focused on classical learning

and thus unable to reach down

into the bedrock of daily life.

It was highly individualistic,

and thus failed to foster solidarity

with the masses.

Our new renaissance movement

must never be allowed to unfold in this way.

Truth is only found among the people,

in their joys and sorrows,

their pleasures and pains,

their happiness and grief.

Separated from this grounded foundation,

all becomes empty illusion and mirage.

This is why we cast ourselves

into the great sea of the people,

sharing the reality of their lives,

advancing through the swirling currents

of their sorrows and their joys,

striving to transform all

into a surging tide of happiness.

The universal genius

Leonardo da Vinci once reflected:

“Obstacles cannot crush me

Every obstacle yields to stern resolve.”

Young pioneers, to blaze new trails

means to endure great hardship!

It is only from adversity

that spiritual greatness is born.

It is only after passing through obstacles

that we can leave

our clear and certain mark on history.

Indeed, intense and painstaking exertion

has been the constant pivot

propelling humankind’s

dramatic transformations—

from darkness to dawn,

from chaos to order,

from tearing down to building up.

Think of Dante Alighieri!

One of the greatest minds of the Middle Ages,

he was forever banished from his native Florence

at the age of thirty-six.

And yet, and yet!

His love and longing for home,

his painful anguish,

gave birth to The Divine Comedy

the poetic masterwork

to which he devoted a lifetime

and which continues

to cast its brilliance

across the ages.

I vividly recall the time,

six years ago, when I stood

on a street in Florence

a city I had longed to see since youth.

Gazing at the relief of Dante

that was set in the wall

of an old house,

I sensed the massive,

inexorable currents

of history and philosophy—

from The Divine Comedy

to Goethe’s Faust

and to a century of life…

In May of 1981,

I arrived in this beloved southern land

after an absence of sixteen years.

Calling out:

“Benvenuto! Benvenuto!” (Welcome! Welcome!)

hundreds of young friends,

eyes as radiant as the Italian sun,

met me at the airport in Pisa,

and offered their raucous welcome!

My friends,

I will never forget

the six days of heart-to-heart exchange

we enjoyed in Florence—

to discuss and interact with these young lives

vigorous as young fish

darting through mountain streams,

untainted as freshly fallen snow,

was true happiness.

We stood together,

looking on the Arno

flowing serenely past,

and the ancient bridge where Dante once walked.

On that hill that holds the Piazzale Michelangelo,

I was reminded of my visit to Rome

twenty years earlier.

Standing for the first time

in the Roman Forum

on broken stone pavement

among crumbled columns,

I felt how the history of a millennium

is but a single night’s dream

and directed the groundswell

of my emotions into this poem:

   Among the ruins of Rome,

   this thought occurs:

   The land of the Mystic Law

   will never decline or fall.

Knowing that those who

gathered on this hill,

these young men and women

bound in deep unity,

embody the pioneering energy

to build an eternally indestructible

land of happiness,

my heart swelled with joy.

Oh my dear friends of Italy,

I urge you, each of you—

forge overlapping bonds of friendship

with your fellow members,

just like Rossi and Bruno in The Eternal City,

a novel I read with intense pleasure

under my mentor’s tutelage

in my youthful days.

Rossi was a brave young revolutionary

who lived to realize his ideal—The Republic of Man.

His sworn friend, Bruno,

embraced this cause as well.

Although imprisoned through

the machinations of the powerful,

Bruno’s faith in Rossi, his belief in justice,

remained unwavering to his death.

The bonds of trust people forge

through shared belief

are more unyielding, more beautiful

than diamonds.

Let us never forget—

because the Law is supreme,

those who uphold it

are equally worthy of respect.

Because we live

for the noble goal of kosen-rufu,

we can create unequaled value in our lives

and make sublime flowers

of friendship bloom.

Oh, my young friends in Italy!

Strive to be “one in mind”

even as you remain “many in body”!

Let us instill this axiom of kosen-rufu

—one in mind—

deep in the bedrock of our lives

so that we may bring to full and brilliant flower

our unique personalities and distinctive gifts—

the true meaning of many in body.

Bruno continued to cry out,

“Long live Rossi!” to his last breath.

This was a proclamation of

trust’s triumph over distrust,

a testament to human authenticity

in the face of powerful conspirators

who direct their oppressive contempt

against ordinary people.

“Long live humanity!”

This must be our cry

as we continue to live and live,

working with our whole being

to usher in an age

of the people’s everlasting victory.

Italy! Verdant land

of olive-scented breezes!

Since ancient times,

the sparkling sun of southern Europe

has drawn such masters as Goethe

—so many artists and writers—

to this land basking in blissful light.

Italy! Heart of an empire

that held sway over the ancient world.

In ensuing ages, you experienced

repeated conquest and fragmentation,

and yet maintained

the passion and vitality

of the Latin people,

your proud tradition of

the rule of law.

Passing on the heritage of

Western learning and scholarship,

you have given rise

to towering genius in each era—

people whose prodigious gifts

render lavish bounties of culture!

Italy! The spirit of creativity

that has been nurtured

in your rich and fertile soil!

My love for this land

and her people

knows no bounds.

My heart resounds

with the echoing peal

of a new renaissance.

This is the bell

which you, my dear friends,

strike with steadfast force and will.

Today, the skies over southern Europe

are cloudless to the edge of sight.

The seas ripple and sparkle

a deep ultramarine blue.

Now is the time

to unleash the full force

of this vital spiral flow—

a renaissance of life!

Now is the time

to take unfettered flight

toward the majestic peaks

of a century of humanity!

Spread your young and mighty wings

my precious friends, for you carry

the boundless promise of a better future.

That is the mission

you bear within your heart.

You have emerged from the earth

to rise up and soar beyond

the furthest extremity

of the bright and unbound heavens!

Praying for the success and happiness of the youth

division members and my dear friends of Italy

Soka University European Language Training Center

May 30, 1987


Composed in France while the author was traveling in Europe to encourage the SGI members there.

the history of the Renaissance: see Symonds, A Short History of the Renaissance in Italy, p. 3.

“rises every morning with the Buddha”: trans. from Nichiren, Nichiren Daishonin gosho zenshu, p. 737.

“Obstacles cannot crush me”: Leonardo da Vinci, The Notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci, vol. 1, p. 356.

The Eternal City: a novel by the English writer Hall Caine (1853–1931).