ENGLISH POEMS
TAKING OUT THE TRASH IN OUR MIND
Every day seeing our
Daddy
Leisurely, chanting
and meditating
Purifying the earthy
realm.
THIS LIFE
Between coming and
going
Realizing we are a
powder of dirt
Dissolving in the
immense emptiness.
OUR MOTHER AND MAGNOLIA
This time of year, the
Magnolia blooms
Our mother, like the
flowers, keeps smiling
Motherly love is
forever
How come the tears
blurred my eyes?
Mommy! We’re still
mourning you...
95. OUR DAD AND NATURE
There are empty spaces
Just close our eyes
tight
Seeing the life's
limitations.
GREETING EACH OTHER
I am departing again
in a hurry.
A snail greets me as I
leave,
Who stands gently
still?
Smiling and bowing to
each other!
JUST LOVE MORE
In silence for many
days
Just awoken in pure
consciousness,
knowing everything is
fragile and changing
We need to just love
more
and
have more love in this
life.
WALKING MEDITATION
In a walking
meditation,
Calm and
serenity.
A flock of wild
turkeys followed.
I stopped and
observed
Without saying a word.
More quietness.
Life is subtle
And the truth, truly
is magical.
WHY WE ARE HERE
An environment of
non-harming, silence, and solitude
Always at ease and
peaceful,
friendly and loving
without hostility,
only nobility.
All come to practice
with gentleness and relaxation,
cultivating
loving-kindness, compassion, joy, and equanimity.
With hope, we
continually engage in the practice
to change ourselves,
others, communities and societies.
LIFE
The course of life is
like a wave’s
foam—forming and
breaking.
Chasing fame and power
is delusional with
tears flowing
The calm sea and a
reflective moon—
Just rippled
MY 9-DAY SILENT RETREAT EXPERIENCE
Ninety-three unique
individuals
from doctors to
educators, married to single, young to old, and from all walks of life
leaving behind their
families, work and everything in between
to seek calm, peace
and equanimity
The meditative
sessions are hard at times,
though the vegan food
is delicious.
We learn to take what
is offered
and learn to let go of
the materialistic life.
Learn to accept, not
demand or reject,
Learn to be humble and
frugal in our living
and relearn how to be
kind
to love,
to forgive,
to live
in this burdened
world.
With all the diligent
practice
our desires are
shrinking,
our visions are
expanding
as does our knowledge,
wisdom, compassion and loving-kindness
to take back and apply
to everyday life.
Embracing, loving,
empowering and serving more life
to be harmonious in
the world.
Peace in oneself.
Peace in the world.
PACIFIC OCEAN
On the surface of the high sea
Who is still afloat?
Floating with the current
Of our country’s destiny.
THE BEAUTY
OF THE DEAD TRUNK TREES
OF THE DEAD TRUNK TREES
The
branches
reaching
out or
shooting
straight up
from
the old and decayed trunk,
reaching
for sunlight,
for
life and for relative beauty.
And so
are we…
THE COSTAL VILLAGE LIFE
The old way of life in the ancient village.
The fish are not stinking?
Life is so pure and healthy.
The sea is livelihood.
BECAUSE OF WHO, ONE SUFFERED
The moon of our hometown is
Always clear as it can be,
But the people are still unclear.
Why are they tepid toward the things happening around us?
FISH AND PEOPLE
Our hands reaching out,
Picked up the fresh, dead fish.
And why are we so obsessive and worry for the lives of the
fishermen.
Their sweat and tears,
How many times we have shed.
Flowing as a river downward to the sea a hundred times
The fleeting lives.
These fresh, dead fish!
SITTING MEDITATION
Below the waterfall, I sat still.
The water poured over my head.
The sound of a meditative and raging waterfall.
Just be present at the moment—Breathe!
COMING BACK WITH
THE SAND AND WAVE
Being here at the present moment
Sunny and bright
The vast sea
True happiness
DREAM
Listening to the Sea dying,
Our hearts are choking with pain,
Just like the stones, broken over our heads.
Suddenly woken.
SERENITY
The trees are waving in the seasonal wind.
The hummingbirds are still buzzing extracting the nectars.
The bees are still busy pollinating.
The lizards are still sunbathing.
The wanderer is still actively observing.
Only the statue of the Buddha sits still, reflecting upon the
clear pond—
Shimmering.
SAME BOAT/FEELING
Drink tea, remembering
Our Mother, who passed freely
Our Father, sits quietly
Between the two of us, still many emotions
Of the ups and downs.
SLEEP UNDER THE
MOONLIGHT
Moonlit in our ancient hometown village,
We, the native, didn’t demand or show greed.
When they were hungry, they sailed to the sea
And when they were tired, they just relaxed
and buried themselves in the sand.
UNBIRTH
Birth, aging, disease
And sickness.
We cope,
Without negativity.
THE LAND OF SPIRIT ROCK
MEDITATION CENTER
We invite you all from all walks of life
To our land of mindfulness, “This is my land, this is your land.”
Namaste. “I bow to the Buddha's nature within you.”
To sit with us.
Let's begin with an act of kindness.
The act of non-harm, take what is being offered,
integrity, communication and purification.
Please come, just sit
Please let me know your struggle, worries, loneliness,
disappointment, suffering, despair...
Mine is no less.
Please share with me your joy, loving-kindness, aspiration,
inspiration, appreciation, gratitude, excitement...
Mine is no more.
Just sit still, pay attention, and breathe.
Meanwhile the turkeys, the deers, the bobcats still roam this
land.
Meanwhile the lizards still sunbathe.
Meanwhile the insects still call their desire.
Meanwhile the birds still sing.
Meanwhile the quails protect their young.
Meanwhile the yogis are practicing and non-practicing.
And the fog still comes and goes,
As does the sun and its moon.
Let's breathe and cultivate
Mindfulness, Gratitude, Compassion, Loving-Kindness…
INTO THE EMPTINESS
For those I have been encountered and Dr. Bureau.
Now that we found each other,
a thought, a speech, an action,
glow in an autumn night.
Windy and cold, yet a beautiful lunar eclipse
lit our way, majestic was the warmness of the heart
inclusive with the inner wealth bathing into the emptiness.
Destroying Forest
Peaceful is the body of the redwood;
in which the hand of a human loses all peace.
Union
A cold and windy New Year Eve in the wilderness
Hand in hand we’re stained with sunset.
Majestic is the quietness, we feel at peace.
Listening to our heartbeats, merging with passion as one with the universe.
Our Mother's Hands
Our Mother’s hands, my hands cannot compare
They show hardships, languish and sacrifice for me
Those beautiful tapering fingers only reveal love and magic for me
Our Mother and Magnolia
This time of year, the Magnolia blooms
Our mother, like the flowers, keeps smiling too
Motherly love is forever and right
The how do the tears blur my sight?
Mommy! We still mourn for you...
YES, IT IS OK!
The morning dew forms and fades
The golden sunshine soothes
The peaceful heart and mind awakens to
See fame, money and power looms
Wobbling like the clouds
Fragile and unpredictable as the wave foams
Shimmering, impermanence as-is,
Yes it is ok.
MISSING YOU, MOMMY
59 days past
We’re still missing you
Our tears shed whenever we think of you,
Mom, our tears keep rolling- our unspoken words strive
We’re still missing you with our cries
SILENCE
The six sounds of the chime spread through the air
Real and unreal is this world
Exists and unexists is the realm
Comes and goes in this kingdom
Stop
Silence
Leisurely flow
As freely as the limitless clouds!
A Tear for A beloved Master
Crying for you, our tears flow back to the hearts
With your departure, we seek to understand and love more and more each day
Oh, our beloved Master, you are beautiful and sparkling like the dew drops which we treasure in every way
MOTHER – The bright Moon
The swallow departs and ascends into the seven clouds (haven)
The moon cresents and eclipses
Is the lunar eclipse still displacing?
Our tears encompass the milky way for you are the bright moon- dear Mother
Paying The Buddha Respect
The heavy rain just came by,
soaking Buddha's hand to later reveal a glittering sunset
Cutting Mom's NailsTurn Them Off Now!
For my wonderful friends, QK and their children
Please turn on the lights; turn them off now!
so we can clearly see this home
your love, my love, the love for our children
let us see our core values within
who give us happiness, suffering, despair or pity,
those that might take almost a lifetime to build, but only an hour to destroy?
Please turn on the lights; turn them off now!
so you can clearly see this life
it is fragile and impermanent
why don't we see the dew
shimmering
like our love
or maybe it is only just the raindrops from the eyes
Please turn on the lights; turn them off now!
don't we see the wild firestorm
like a tornado of our time
endless nostalgia
the mountain of anger is extinguishing our merit on love
a prayer for you, a prayer for me and a prayer for our family
the future is endlessly full of beauty, dream and hope
or just a flap of sunlight in the wind or sun fire
the dust do not obscure our essence nor our path
the old trail of love, tolerance, forgiveness and loving-kindness
still forever nurtured
Please turn on the lights.
While doing the manicure for mom
with her pale and skinny hands,
the embodiment of all of the care and love;
I realize they are reserved for us, her descendants
All the hard work and suffering
of a dedicated mother you are willing to bear
to raise your young to have strong wings
that can fly across different mountain ranges
Now that we are living together, once again,
We are loving and caring for each other:
From you I learn how to love
with immense compassion.
Maternal love emulates the galaxies
in their immensity and eternity.
Doing the manicure for mom
reveals the echo of The Lotus Sutra.
Buddha mind is inside every one of us:
The Diamond Sutra - Our Mother's hands.
For Vietnamese version for this poem, please click here
http://phebach.blogspot.com/2012/01/cat-mong-tay-cho-me.html
For Vietnamese song of this poem,
music by Nguyên Quang, please click here
Buông Bỏ -- Letting Go
1.
Lá thu bay Autumn leaves falling
Xoè bàn tay Palms opening
Buông Letting go
2.
Đời hư ảo Life is unreal
Bao phiền não With much negativities
Bỏ Let it drop
WAKE UP – THE AWAKENING FROM WITHIN
1.
Lá thu bay Autumn leaves falling
Xoè bàn tay Palms opening
Buông Letting go
2.
Đời hư ảo Life is unreal
Bao phiền não With much negativities
Bỏ Let it drop
WAKE UP – THE AWAKENING FROM WITHIN
At dawn, everything is
just about to wake up
The wind howls in
the stillness of this earthy place
The ocean is forever
powerful
The waves crash into
the shore,
The foams are as white
as the clouds.
The ocean is vast,
immense and sacred
It is as deep and wide
as the love of our father
It is vast and limitless
as the love of our mother
Looking at the ocean,
I realize how tiny we really are
We are but a small
stream, flowing into the big sea
A sea of compassion, a
sea of wisdom and a sea of awakening
Life is beautiful and
ever-changing,
Like today's rain following yesterday's sunshine
Like today's rain following yesterday's sunshine
Life is a constant
change and as fragile as a drop of dew, as sea foam or as evening clouds
But we are lucky
because we have all the basic conditions for happiness
From your feet, your
breath, your lips to your eyes
From your brain, your
heart, your mind to your healthy hands
From the hope and
encouragement of your friends and family
From the everlasting
care and love from your parents and ancestors,
Embedded with much
pride, virtues and traditions
We must live to
nourish our mind and heart
We must live to
cultivate understanding, compassion and courage
We must live to make
this world a better place for all.
THIỆN MINH - An Eternal Guiding-light
In the memorial of 35th passing of the late
Most Venerable Thich Thien Minh
The late most venerable was one of the Zen pillars of Vietnamese
Buddhism;
His vows were to liberate suffering of all
beings with his wisdom, courage and compassion.
He was a symbol of the national heroism with
extraordinary leadership talents.
He was from the village of Bich Khe, Trieu
Phong, Quang Tri.
In 1933, he became a novice monk at the age
of 12 years old;
And after many hard years of studying and
practicing the teachings of Buddha,
At the age of 27, he became the president of
Da Lat Buddhist Association and a Dharma teacher.
He was an exceptional monk, high-regards with
senior leadership ranking within the Buddhist Revival movement.
He helped build and strengthen the
infrastructure of the Unified Buddhist Church of Vietnam from
Southern providences to the Highlands.
He then established of many Buddhist schools
and Buddhist Bodhi academy of Nha Trang
As well as founded many Vietnamese Buddhist
Associations (GDPT)
His teachings transform many generations of
Vietnamese youth to dedicate their lifetime for the greater good.
The venerable fought for religious equality
and social justice by non-violent means
He was the symbol of wisdom, conscious,
courage, sacrifice, and peace
He was a resilient leader, indomitable and
intelligent
He held many positions from Director General
for Youth
To the Acting President of the UBCV’s Institute for the Dissemination of
the Dharma.
He traveled and shared Dharma from East to
West
His endless works and efforts were for the
welfare of all Vietnamese people, Dharma, and for the country of Vietnam.
The venerable was in and out of jail in three
different governments
And eventually passed away mysteriously in a
harsh condition of the Communist prison
On October 17, 1978.
In the state of shocking, touching, loving
and respecting of a great honorable Master
He was the symbol of Bodhisattvas in modern
Vietnam Buddhist era
A great frontier, a compassionated Buddhist
teacher.
He was a "White cloud floating in the vast
sky..."*
"Like the moon shining upon Mount Lanka
Like the perfume rising from the Prajna lotus." **
* A Dedicated Poem by Zen Master Thich Nhat
Hanh to venerable Thich Thien Minh
**The
poem of king Ly Thai Tong praised Zen Master Tỳ-Ni-Đà-Lưu-Chi (translated by Vo
Dinh Mai)
The Early Morning Moon and a Wander
In the middle of the sacred
forest, listening to the sutra’s chanting
What a mystical place and space – shimmering and uplifting
The forest bird songs are orchestrating and beautiful sunshine is a gift
A dimly pale moon still exudes its striking moonlight
Herbs intoxicating the insects
Sutra's verse intoxicating me
The bell just invited – an opportunity to awake all beings
Suddenly I realized we are living in the wonderful yet impermanent world.
Boulder Creek, CA, April 2013
What a mystical place and space – shimmering and uplifting
The forest bird songs are orchestrating and beautiful sunshine is a gift
A dimly pale moon still exudes its striking moonlight
Herbs intoxicating the insects
Sutra's verse intoxicating me
The bell just invited – an opportunity to awake all beings
Suddenly I realized we are living in the wonderful yet impermanent world.
Boulder Creek, CA, April 2013
Fragrance of Hoa Quỳnh (Epiphyllum)
The 16th night of a summer lunar month unfolds,
who is waiting for each other?
The parted clouds just show the moon
Hoa Quỳnh (Epiphyllum - Queen of the Night Flower) blooms
as snow white to show its elegance and pureness.
With sureness
Quỳnh’s extremely rare magnificence soothes our souls
Its blossom lifespan is about four hours and short as a scroll
If life begins and ends in that blossom lifespan
What do we do in between?
The beauty of the here and now.
…Time is bobbing as a thread
Quỳnh’s fragrance is so attractive making us float like a web.
The fragrance of the Queen of the Night Flower.
The 16th night of a summer lunar month unfolds,
who is waiting for each other?
The parted clouds just show the moon
Hoa Quỳnh (Epiphyllum - Queen of the Night Flower) blooms
as snow white to show its elegance and pureness.
With sureness
Quỳnh’s extremely rare magnificence soothes our souls
Its blossom lifespan is about four hours and short as a scroll
If life begins and ends in that blossom lifespan
What do we do in between?
The beauty of the here and now.
…Time is bobbing as a thread
Quỳnh’s fragrance is so attractive making us float like a web.
The fragrance of the Queen of the Night Flower.
Dance with Spring
A hill of tall grass
dancing with the wind
harmonizing with poetry and music
like the sound of the waterfall
Most of these words
are from our four-year-old son, Kiet Bach.
Sacramento, April 2013
A hill of tall grass
dancing with the wind
harmonizing with poetry and music
like the sound of the waterfall
Most of these words
are from our four-year-old son, Kiet Bach.
Sacramento, April 2013
LIKE THE FLOATING CLOUD
The white cloud is drifting and bobbing freely, purposeless,
Yet it’s formed like the shape of the dragon.
It flies high and low, still it appears far and near.
The cloud is sometimes just like a human’s emotion,
real and unreal.
BOSTON - THINKING OF YOU
Praying and sharing with Boston and its Marathon's bombing victims.
Boston
a gloomy sadden afternoon
oh my dear
we are all crying
The bombs like a cyclone
just touch-downed here
swing
our tears
Soothing and healing
holding our faces with two hands
transforming
care and love for one another
The pain
will vanish
like sponges of the wave
like a dispersing cloud.
Morning Lotus
The universe is in the dew drops
Sparkling and fanciful
Realizing the dew are clouds
- a state of being
The wisdom of the mind itself.
Spring, 2013.
Sacramento, CA.
REMEMBER OUR HOMELAND
Moon light shimmering bright at midnight
Forever remembering our homeland
Shallow tears and blood
Golden sea, mountain and land
Sacramento, CA - Spring, 2013.
RESPECTING
For our Oanh Vu
Loving and respecting our parents
Loving and caring for our siblings
The Buddha is in all of us
So, we always show respect.
July 15th, 2012.
NEW POPE - NEW HOPE
The bells are ringing at the Vatican
The Roman Catholic Church has a new pope
with new direction and hope.
May our world peace is spreading
as thousands of people at the St. Peter's Basilica in Vatican city are cheering
for the betterment of the church and many heart and mind
as well as for the greater good of mankind.
Congratulation
and let's bring on celebration
The present is the precious gift.
Sacramento, March 11th, 2013 at 11:25AM.
Peaceful Steps
Which flowers covered the still lake?
Remembering the cherry blossom season with its poetic rhythms
Is it the rain of flowers petals or your hair floating freely?
As the gentle breeze blew
Is it a virtual dream or reality?
MAY ALL BE SAFE IN THIS STORMY HURRICANE
To the those who was affected by Sandy in the East Coast
Lived in the central coast of Binh Dinh, Vietnam
I witnessed typhoons many times
when I was a young boy
Like hurricanes in the Atlantic Ocean of our States
It is fury, powerful and devastating
The power of nature is limitless and
is a mighty phenomenon
Once experienced, we realized how tiny we really are
Again, it reminds us to live
in harmony with others and with our mother earth
Protect and embrace her.
WHAT PINK?
To my friend Ann Silberman – a cancer
a**kicker.
Sickness is part of life, but
you’re handling it
with so much compassion and perseverance
As graceful and elegant as you
truly are
from the chemotherapy to the
mastectomy that you faced
you’re doing so with courage
and you’re full of awareness.
To me, you are awakened when you
realized,
“My cancer is me, my cells.
My stubborn, self-willed cells.
Why would they be any less
determined than I am to live, to survive?”
Yet your determination to live has
the foundation of love and compassion
Of wisdom and altruism
You’ll overcome another hurdle
with devotion to serve
I admire your willingness to heal
yourself as well as others
- an act of selflessness
I also appreciate and promote your
openness, honesty, and attitude
Your fighting spirit is marching
on
Living, learning and loving
Find the joy and beauty in the
ordinary things
Even the tiny smallest things
Cherish the things that you have
and things that you don’t have
You’re the true champion of love
and benevolence.
Mira Loma High, Oct. 5th, 2012.
The Moon - Emptiness, and astronaut Neil Armstrong
In loving memory of the first person on the Moon
The blue moon*
suspended
fragile.
The cold night forms dew
on the golden leaves - glittering
midnight, the wind just comes
whispering with clusters of bamboo
endless heart.
Remembering our hero - Neil Armstrong
departing this world
as a crane freely flying home in the late afternoon.
fame and power
as fragile as foam
as impermanent as moss.
Tossed aside
changing clothes
with a peace in mind
floating into emptiness.
Sacramento, August 31st, 2012.
Today's (Aug. 31) blue moon is also the day of Neil Armstrong's funeral. A blue moon is the name given to the second full moon in a single month, a rare occurrence that won't happen until 2015.
OFFERING FOR ONESELF AND TO THE BUDDHA – THE REFLECTION *
To Jacques, Diane and to all the 2012 BP3 participants
At the beginning of time
‘til the end of it
There is nothingness
Emptiness – the non-existence of the self and the dependent origination
All Dharma are interdependent
All the essence of life and non-life
The way they are – As is
Seeding, blooming, fragranting, conditioning, manifesting, transforming
All physical beings are subject to change
Everything is impermanent
Including our thought, emotion and intention
The potential to awake
is sprouting with our daily diligent practice
Of mindfulness, of wisdom, of compassion and of selflessness
Serving others is an offering to the Enlightened One
and to our own Buddha nature within
At the beginning of time
‘til the end of it
There is Emptiness.
Institute of Noetic Sciences **
Petaluma, CA. September 1st, 2012.
* An assignment to find something to offer to the Buddha altar and talk about it. I chose nothing and talk about the Emptiness concept in Buddhism.
* * The Institute of Noetic Sciences (IONS) was co-founded in 1973 by former astronaut Edgar Mitchell and investor Paul N. Temple to encourage and conduct research on noetic theory and human potentials. Institute programs include "extended human capacities", "integral health and healing", and "emerging worldviews". (source: Wikipedia.org)
IN and Out at Will
To Gus, Jeff and Joette
I am in and out of the maximum-security state prison at will
What a release…
A comfortable feeling.
Finding peace, even bliss in this violent prison place
Even here Dharma seeds are sown
It is a miracle
The criminal elements, once foolish
Now show remorse and regret inside the prison
They come to the Buddha's door and join the meditation retreat,
Personally sowing their own fresh Dharma seed in the middle of stagnancy and uncertainty.
Tonight I see many benefits for the inmates
Even the prison guards are peaceful
The criminals look for ways to be transformed by finding
In the Chapel of cement cold walls true independence and freedom.
Tonight I came out of jail and found how beautiful things really are
The golden deer look at me bewildered
The crescent, Dormant, moon light is sparkling the night.
I listen to my footsteps on an immense footpath going home.
Folsom State Prison, CA.
November 2011.
Loving Life and Building Self-esteem
To our Nganh
ThieuOur dear young adolescents
You are beautiful and charming
We are obligated to be pious
Studying and practicing well at school
You are the bright future
Thus love this beautiful life and build your self-esteem
Be a giver and contributor to mankind
That is the beauty of great GDPT love.
July 15th, 2012.
RESPECTING
For our Oanh VuLoving and respecting our parents
Loving and caring for our siblings
The Buddha is in all of us
So, we always show respect.
July 15th, 2012.
THE CRY OF WAR
The other day on channel 89.3FM, National Public Radio
Listening to an anguished cry of a Lebanese woman
who just lost her husband and kids to Israel’s bombs.
Oh, the suffering cry like that.
It was harsh to the listeners,
and I cried with her.
Suddenly I found myself in that anguished cry of the young
woman.
I realized that I am a victim of the war.
It’s all about death, suffering, and endless separations and
shattered lives.
I see that I am a young Lebanese woman
Who is angry and demonstrates hatred.
She cries for the loss of her family.
I also see myself as an exhausted Israel
which defends its people from the endless ray of missiles,
and I see myself as an arrogant American
who sells destructive and deadly weapons to Israel.
Oh, with many differences, “selfish” came from the
“self-love” or ego-ness.
Oh, that tiny ego;
Oh, ignorance - inconceivable.
Hatred should not pay back with hatred, but with true love.
There is nothing to lose by sitting down with one another.
Why don’t we understand each other?
Your loss is also my loss;
Your anguish is also my anguish;
Your suffering amounts, mine is no less.
Same with religion and in real life:
Deep down, we are all no different
Our blood is all red, and the sweat is salty.
So, we must understand one another.
From the suffering of war,
May we find the source of happiness.
Mira Loma H.S. 05/06
HAPPINESS
There are tiny sources of happiness
like the falling leaves of the autumn,
or the smells of the wild flowers,
or an early sunrise,
or a late full moon night,
or the song of the cardinal,
or observing the young get his milk,
or the way the mother loves her kids,
or the wind blowing by the windows
or the clear evening once the rain stops.
Oh, once the soul is at peace,
happiness arises
To have all the great joys.
They start with these tiny sources of happiness;
And to have great success,
It must come from small achievements;
and to have a long lasting peace in the world,
it must come from the peace of mind of each individual.
From the red lips to the sound of the forest,
There is a source of happiness.
Distant Road
Driving to Los Angeles
The road seems long and
endless.
Green hills are greeting
along the way
With warm sunshine.
Inside the car, there is
ThanhTrang
Sleeping on her husband’s
shoulder.
He keeps quiet and thinks to himself:
“She must be tired.”
Staring at those red juicy lips,
He can only look and nothing
else…
Somewhere along I-5 in CA.
I AM FROM…
I am from the land of Âu Lạc
where its history dates back 4000 years.
I am from the bamboo stick
Mom used to carry under her weak shoulders.
I am from the broken fish net
that my daddy sewed to catch fish, raised me.
I am from the smell of fish sauce
with steamed rice, salted squid for dinner.
I am from “The Golden rules”,
“Be modest”, and “Live with your own conscience”.
I am from my Grandpa’s gentleness:
care for others and live in harmony.
I was taught compassion conquers all hatred;
look at life with loving eyes.
I am from the care and love
of my family, of the endlessness of time…
and sometimes I feel that
I am from ….. within here and there,
a country people called a window of opportunity, we called America;
the other side of the ocean is an S-shape country, Việt Nam – my homeland.
I am from… I am from…
Oh my friends! Where did I say I am from?
It’s very important where I am from; it also matters where I am going.
I am from… I am from…
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