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Masanobu Fukuoka. The One-Straw. Revolution. An Introduction to Natural Farming. With a Preface by Partap Aggarwal. Edited by Larry Korn. Other India Press. I first learned of Fukuoka's One-Straw Revolution through a book-review in an American magazine, Mother Earth News, about the end of Although short. The One-Straw Revolution is copyrighted and in print. You can find it here on site or here from New York · Review of Books. You may also be interested in .


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The One-Straw Revolution was translated from the Japanese by Chris Pearce, Tsune Kurosawa, and Larry Korn. Originally published as Shizen Noho Warn. ONE STRAW REVOLUTION. Among the great pioneers of organic gardening perhaps the least well known, in this country anyway, is Masanobu. Fukuoka. Click Here to Download: computerescue.info computerescue.info "The One-Straw Revolution is one of the founding.

He tries to create a system that nature's mechanism does its best. No more pesticide, herbicide, not even pruning, weeding, etc. He simply finds and some scientif It's hard to rate a book like this. He simply finds and some scientific research agrees that nature can do better. Let the weeds grow, let the seeds sprout on their own, let the suitable ecosystem do its work and things turn out to be magnificent.

I love the idea, and the evidence. After all, the earth has been alive for millions of years and the mechanism of living things must be the most efficient, the most powerful one among all. It is the one that survives. But what does it mean to be "natural. The difference is that instead of engineering artificial mechanisms and environments, the author only tries to co-operate with the nature.

It's a minimal type of intervention that involves rearranging, reordering the most successful pieces of nature and let it be. I wouldn't call it completely "natural. So that's where I disagree with the author. I do not disagree with his criticism of the way research is done in the scientific world.

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Yet I would say his "natural farming" is very much a science itself. Or else, under the guise of investigating plant diseases and harmful insects, I rambled through the mountainous interior of Kochi Prefecture, from one end to the other, compromising by doing research with one foot in natural farming and the other in scientific farming.

The terrible thing was that in the midst of this long stretch of my life, so full of contradictions, I lost myself and was unable to do anything about the fact that I was moving farther and farther away from both nature and God.

Even now I feel deep regret that, as Japan's policies at the time led the country into war. I was helpless to slop the accelerating descent. I could only stand by and watch, until at last we were plunged into war, amid a clamor for death with honor. One Sunday, five or ten young men from the nearby air force unit came to visit on their day off. I acted like a parent to them, but even though I wanted to offer them something, there was no food. So they just spent the entire day lying around in my upstairs room and then went back.

The following day they disappeared into the southern sky. It still breaks my heart to recall the boyish faces of those young men. As defeat began to seem inevitable, and Japan entered the last year of the war, even I was drafted and sent to the front.

I greeted the conclusion of the war still lost and confused. Grateful to have been spared, I received my discharge and returned home. From the next day I went to work in the fields, savoring the joy of hawing become myself again.

Rejoicing in the fact that I was alive and able to work, I harvested the rice. I remember especially the buoyant sound of the threshing machine, as I treaded it for the first time after a long absence.

Since that time, I have been a farmer, never veering from the path of natural farming. While experiencing repeated failures, I developed a method of successive plantings of rice and winter grains, using non-cultivation and direct broadcast of seeds. I was also absorbed in creating natural orchards without cultivating the land. Before I knew it, forty years had passed. This is not to say that I was an industrious farmer.

I was aiming at a do-nothing method of farming, so I was nothing more than a lazy fellow farming for the fun of it. Exactly fifty years have passed since that eventful day in my youth, and I have the feeling that the void created by the war has finally been filled.

I am a white-hair old man now. When I look back on the postwar period, that seems so long and yet so short, and also consider the few years that remain to me, I am led to question whether I have done everything I should. How I regret the foolishness of my years.

I allowed the God I once grasped to slip away from me, and while talking about natural farming, have made no effort to establish that path. While I thought my ideas were of value, at the same time I felt contempt for myself. I was content to be a cowardly, hopelessly lazy farmer. To be sure, I must appear to others as a man who says whatever he feels like saying, as someone who, despite his poverty, has never slopped looking at his dreams, but on the inside I am not all that indifferent.

The journeys I have made have not been carefree, and although on the surface I appear extremely ordinary, on the inside I have always suffered over the tragic comedy of mankind. I suspect that, depending on how you look at it, there never was a man who lived such a troubled life as I have. The reason for this is that I not only have been unfaithful to the God I once saw, but even could be said to have killed God.

In that sense, I am a tragic figure, who has fallen from being a person of the highest good to being the worst among evil men.

I have been unable to do anything of use for other people. While others have been of service to me, I have served no one. I have not even been true to myself. It seems totally unacceptable. At this rate, in the end I still will not know who I am.

I have begun to think that if I do not now clarify the essence of God once more, I will be left with some regret. But there is only one means at my disposal, to look back at what occurred that day and to Hi my gaze upon it. The road I have taken has been a single path, with no side roads.

Ultimately, the starting point of this road is also its end. I want to consider once more what that God was. Frankly speaking, when I try to recall what it was on this earth that appeared to be heaven, the only things that I saw with my eyes and heard with my ears were the mountains and rivers, the grass and trees, the small birds and flowers and butterflies.

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What was it that moved me so, that caused me to leap with joy? It was simply that I saw the trembling of the leaves on the trees, felt the throbbing of life. The question is why, on that occasion only, did a landscape that I was used to seeing every day appear so fresh and new and move me so deeply. Why did such ordinary natural objects change completely and seize me so forcibly?

To put it briefly, my mind at that time was not in its usual state. You could say that I been driven beyond a normal stale of mind to something resembling a blank slate. I had relinquished everything and was half in a state of abstraction, half in a state of mushin, or detachment, hawing abandoned all sense of self and achieved a state of transcendence.

I had reached the point of exhaustion. I had gone beyond suffering and had no strength of will left. In the soft, tranquil air of daybreak, I was neither waiting quietly for the dawn nor looking about with half-opened eyes, I was simply face-to-face with the grass and trees. Then it happened. The silence of dawn was broken, and the morning light shone through the thin mist, which seemed to be peeled away layer by layer. Morning had come.

All of a sudden, with the sound of fiercely beating wings, a night heron rose into the air and flew away, leaving behind a single sharp cry. I think that with that single cry I suddenly awoke. At the same time, something hot welled up in my chest, as a fresh, new world opened up within my heart.

I knew instinctively, without a doubt, that this was the world of mushin, of detachment. I was unable to stop my ceaseless flow of tears. At that time the mundane world was changed completely, transformed into the world of God. All things, including the mountains, rivers, grass, and trees, which had been wordless until then, were revived and turned into a world of joy. And yet, if you ask what it was that struck me with wonder, filled me with joy, and moved me so deeply, I was face-to-face with nothing more that the green of the trees, flowers swaying on their stems, and the butterflies.

The instant my normal state of mind flew away, my eyes were opened to the beauty of the wildflowers, which seemed completely different from the flowers I had seen before. Through a single leaf of a tree or a single flower, I was moved to appreciate the beautiful forms of all the natural things in this world, which exist in perfect harmony.

I realized that within the green leaves of the trees, trembling with joy, lay all the joy of this world. I too trembled with joy at the knowledge that I was a part of God. Within the things of nature, which had been completely transformed, I saw neither the image of a god, as it is usually spoken of, nor some apparition of fire or light, and no spirit appeared to inhabit my body.

The God that I came face-to-face with was the green of the trees, wet with dew and sparkling in the sunlight. I was able to hear the voice of God in the singing of the small birds at dawn.

I saw no God outside the green of the trees, nor did I apprehend the spirit or soul of vegetation hidden within the trees, God was, in fact, the mountains and rivers, grass and trees. The small birds were God. When 1 looked at nature with an empty mind mushin , I was able to perceive that the natural world before me was the true form of God.

When I looked with an empty mind, all of nature was God. This is the God about which I want to speak now. To come directly to the heart of the matter, the mountains, rivers, and plants ail are God. Besides them there is nothing that can be called God. But, in order to say that the grass and trees are God, there is one absolute prerequisite.

That is that you must look at them with an empty mind. The Grass and Trees Are God If you look with the mind of attachment, then nature will be nothing more than mountains and rivers, but if you look with detachment, the mountains covered with greenery and the rivers, just as they are, will be transformed into the true form of God.

Fifty years ago nature clearly appeared to me as God, but until now it has not occurred to me to declare that the grasses and trees are God. I have been lost in confusion for many years, foolishly wandering around the periphery of God. This morning I was able to confirm that the sun that rose, breaking through the dawn clouds, is the God I once was certain of and that the chirping of the birds is indeed the voice of God.

Today I again experienced the same throb of emotion as I did that instant in the spring of my twenty-fifth year. The singing of the birds in the dawn light gave me a blessing. I have been able to confirm once again that the crystalline dew on the flowers of the daikon radish is the pure water of God that cleanses my heart.

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So long as one does not seek or make inquiries about God, God will appear with great beauty and clarity to anyone at any time. I am filled now with a sense of reassurance that at last I have been able to grasp the heart of God. God is always present before our eyes. Anyone, anywhere, can hold God within his grasp.

Nevertheless, it is not given to man to discern with ease that the grass and trees he sees everyday are God. Throughout, the true form of God never appears to man, nor can he touch the body of God. In the flower, which is God. The form that people see as a flower is nothing more than an expression of their minds a mental image , and the heart, or mind, that is thought to exist within the flower is only the vanity of the human mind, bewitched and swayed by the form concreteness of the flower that has been turned into a mental image.

When people look at the shape of a flower, they are not seeing its true form, and even if they attempt to enter into its mind, there is no mind they can enter.

Even though God is each tree, each blade of grass, each flower, God is always without form and without mind. Therefore, God is a formless form and a mindless mind that transcends human knowledge.

In order to approach God and to know the mind of God, all human knowledge and inquiry are useless. We must understand, before anything else, that we don't even have the right to talk about or speak the name of God. The Garden of Eden Although I realized fifty years ago that human knowledge is useless and that there is nothing people should do, I spent the ensuing years foolishly searching for God, wandering around the periphery of God in the mistaken belief that there was something I should be doing.

The savior that could rescue me and the rest of the world was right before my eyes. I ought to have entrusted everything to the flowers blooming in the meadow and to the songbirds. Even if people do nothing at all, the grass and trees and the birds will save them. Now I can declare with confidence that the daikon, the daikon flower, is God. Until now I have not seen the single daikon flower itself as God, but I have come to understand that once again.

In the whiteness of the daikon flowers that I know to be God, butterflies danced, and I was able to know that the whiteness of the flowers, bejewelled with dew sparkling in the morning light, is God. Even if I cannot make a poem, my heart is singing,"0h. Oh, the radiance and splendor!

The sad truth is that, while being immersed in the natural world of this farm, I have done nothing but forlornly watch myself, a solitary farmer engaged in lonely amusements outside nature. But now, even if I am alone, I am no longer lonely. I can always take a single flower, which is God, in my hand and converse with it. I have finally learned that, although God does not reach out to man, man can always talk with God and seek salvation.

One can obtain great joy by participating in the work of God, Living together with nature can first be achieved when people become God. Until now I did not clearly understand these simple words. In ancient times men must have been God and must have lived along with the ancient horses that also were God. It is no wonder that we look with envy at the lives of the nomadic peoples of Africa. In primitive times, at the very least, people must have made drawing close to God the most important goal in their lives.

The Meaning of Protecting Nature The first thing you realize when you understand clearly that the grass and trees are God is the error in the expression "protecting nature. The two originally are one and ought to live as one.

Never has there been an age like the present, when God and nature and man are separate, in which people have forgotten God, consider nature simply as matter, mass produce and murder living things at will and with such ease, and destroy the natural world.

It is clear that mankind's actions are not only physically suicidal but also spiritually suicidal. Now that I have confirmed that the grass and trees are God, I can shout courageously.

Rather than seek salvation in God, we must now assist God. To worship God and protect nature is to assist God and participate directly in God's work. Now I am able to cry out in a loud voice before everyone. And now I can listen to your reply, whether it be yes or no. Do not fell the oak, for it is God Rather than being people who cut down the beech, let us be humble men who protect the tree.

Let us be people who are blessed. If this shore is God's, Rather than destroying the white sand and green pines and being despised by God, let us play on God's shore with the children, Now that we know that the blood of the whale is the blood of God, let us no longer kill the whale but restore it to the azure seas as a guardian deity of the world.

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Rather than becoming agents of the devil, murdering the earth, let everyone desire to become an angel helping God. Let us return the earth once more to the hand of God. On this earth, Hovers bloom, butterflies dance, birds sing. There is no heaven other than this. What can mankind hope for beyond this?

The rebirth of man and God begins when we talk with the grass and trees by the roadside. The rest we should leave to the hand of God. Religious activity will be to worship nature and to protect each tree and blade of grass. There are two paths for man, whether in politics, economics, or cultural activities, but the truth has only one path.

In the present age of deepening confusion, the path to the solution has been clearly expressed. The question is which path the human race will take. English ISBN Customers who viewed this item also viewed.

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You like it or hate it, your opinion will reflect your personal interest than what book contains. This book is a tradition that whole humanity should follow for the sake of humanity. If we spoil the nature we will die, nature will never get spoiled. Desert sand or lush green landscapes nature embraces everything in it.

Changes in nature only matters to humanity not for nature at all. If we go with nature we live with harmony and peace else we got lot of words to express it such as global warming, holes in ozone layer, sea level increase, vitamin-less food produce, what not. If you get involved in this book or any Fukuoka books, your heart will be able to hear the background music of nature, your words become poems, your blood slows down, you end up being a human.

Pure bliss. I am now just starting organic farming and ordered the book to get a better picture. As I am new in agriculture, couldn't follow the technicality but could absorb the zest of minimal interference with nature.

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If anybody who is reading this comment can help with his ways please Kindle Edition Verified download. This is not a book on just farming. Must read for all those who are seeking little more value and happiness in life.

Gives solutions to a lot of problems that humanity is trying to deal with.. Though, writer never claimed himself to be a saint but I feel he is more than a saint. Just read it. There's nothing to say, nothing to know, just read it. It will make you question everything and then realise that to question is a futile effort. I'm going to take this as a reference for agriculture.Since the job required deep, sustained concentration, there were times when I actually fell unconscious while working in the lab.

Thinking about this later, I realized that it was the close-up profile shot I had taken; it probably showed some wrinkles in her face. We will harvest about 22 bushels 1, pounds of rice, and 22 bushels of winter grain from each quarter acre of this land. Osmo Coding elegantly combines Lego, coding and video-games. Today, the general recognition of the long-term dangers of chemical farming has renewed interest in alternative methods of agriculture.

After that, I hardly do anything in the way of water management. She asked me to send her copies when the photos were ready.

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