I am an ordinary man. If I do not wear clothing, I will feel the cold. If I do not eat anything, I will not be able to sustain my life. Just as a lamp that is not refilled with oil or a fire that receives no fuel, how can the flame of life stay alive without refueling? If the power from life should die out, my voice reciting the Lotus Sūtra will stop, and the grass in front of the window where I expound the Great Concentration and Insight will grow thick.

I cannot express how much I appreciated your thoughtfulness in sending gifts to me under these harsh conditions. It is said that a rabbit offered himself to a practicer of Buddhism, which moved Indra to put the rabbit on the moon. This is why we see a rabbit on the moon now. Likewise, as you, a woman, make an offering for the sake of the Lotus Sūtra in this Latter Age of Degeneration, the King of the Brahma Heaven will see your meritorious conduct in his heavenly eyes, Indra will press his hands together in homage to you, the terrestrial gods will be happy to support your legs and Śākyamuni Buddha will pat your head by stretching His hand from Mt. Sacred Eagle. Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō, Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō!

Matsuno-dono Nyōbō Gohenji, Reply to the Wife of Lord Matsuno, the Nun of Kubo, Writings of Nichiren Shōnin, Volume 7, Followers II, Page 72-73