MOTHER LETTING GO OF HER HAIR -- LOVING HER FOREVER
Mother always lives her life the way it should be:
Caring, loving, with devotion, and tolerance.
All mothers' love mortifies The Cradle by Berthe Morisot:
It is the embodiment of
Mother's life is packed with compassionate heart and mind.
Today, letting go of her hair, she lets go of all negativities;
The seed of Bodhi sprouts awaken, in homage to Buddha.
Oh! Mother, may you live so our lives undergo less suffering.
Even though we understand impermanence,
mother's shore is beckoning
this human realm always, dreamable nonetheless unpredictable.
We wish to still have you,
Mother! Even so thin and skinny you have turned out to be,
We wish to still have you, Mother,
in order for us to understand the ups and downs of this human realm.
Let go of this hair – let go of this realm
with love and peace.
For Vietnamese version of this poem, please click here: MẸ XẢ TÓC--TRỌN ĐỜI THƯƠNG MẸ!
For Vietnamese song of this poem, please click below.
Music by Nguyên Quang, singer: Huy Hoàng