Showing posts with label Mẹ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mẹ. Show all posts

Saturday, December 16, 2017

TÌNH MẸ - MATERNAL LOVE




TÌNH MẸ

Mây trắng bềnh bồng
An nhiên thanh thản

Tình Mẹ mênh mông!

MATERNAL LOVE

Like a white cloud
Absolutely serene and free
Mother's love--immensely!

Friday, July 28, 2017

NHÌN TRĂNG RẰM NHỚ MẸ


NHÌN TRĂNG RẰM NHỚ MẸ

Trăng thanh yên tĩnh núi đồi
Nhớ Mẹ nhớ cả mồ hôi của Người
Vu Lan tháng Bảy khóc cười
Mẹ cười con khóc oe oe chào đời
Con khôn lớn vẫn vui tươi
Đến khi Mẹ mất chơi vơi cõi lòng
Mẹ hiền bao cõi tâm trong
Tình thương biển cả mênh mông đất trời
Con đi giữa chốn mù khơi
Mẹ là bến giác suốt đời của con
Mẹ thương! thương Mẹ sắt son
Tình sâu nghĩa nặng chúng con đáp đền
Chúng con có thể bấp bênh
Thương yêu Cha Mẹ vững bền vô biên
Mẹ cười trên đóa hồng liên
Con cười giữa chốn triền miên não phiền.
Di Đà là chốn đoàn viên 
Thong dong tự tại hai miền sắc không!

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

ĂN CHAY NHỚ MẸ


Ăn Chay Nhớ Mẹ

Chén cơm chay đơn sơ và giản dị
Tinh khiết và thơm ngon như tình Mẹ năm nào
Mỗi khi lòng lao xao, 
Con đều nhớ Mẹ
Mẹ nhẹ nhàng ra đi giữa đêm hè
Mới đó mà gần hai mươi bốn trăng tròn vằng vặc
Mẹ đẹp lung linh, cả tính tình và nhan sắc
Mẹ suối nguồn yêu thương vô bờ bến
Mẹ là cõi đến
Mẹ yêu!

Friday, July 7, 2017

NHỚ MẸ

Mẹ và chú Hân trong đêm Hội Ngộ Nhơn Lý - Photo: BXK
NHỚ MẸ

Nhìn căn nhà nhỏ năm xưa
Bao nhiêu kỷ niệm như mưa chợt về
Nhớ Mẹ ánh mắt đề huề
Nhớ Mẹ tần tảo lê thê giữa đời

Nuôi con giữa chốn chơi vơi
Mà Người hiền thục không lời kêu van
Thương con quý cả hơn vàng
Thương chồng quý cả giang san nhà chồng 

Mẹ đi giữa cõi sắc không
Thường-Lạc-Ngã-Tịnh thong dong Người về
Qua rồi Yết đế* kiếp mê
Mẹ về Cực Lạc đề huề Chân như.

Căn nhà nhỏ năm xưa!
 * Yết đế, yết đế. Ba la yết đế, Ba la tăng yết đế. Bồ đề Tát bà ha
Gate gate. Pàragate, Pàrasaṃgate. Bodhi svàhà
Gone, Gone. Gone beyond, Gone far beyond. Awaken, Rejoice


Tuesday, March 1, 2016

MẸ VÀ HOA MỘC LAN - Our Mother and Magnolia

Our Mother was in front of the Magnolia's blooming in the backyard last spring. Photo: BXK
MẸ VÀ HOA MỘC LAN

Năm rồi Mộc Lan nở
Mẹ mỉm cười như hoa
Tình Mẹ đẹp muôn thuở
Sao dòng lệ ướt nhoà!

Mẹ ơi! Nhớ Mẹ quá...

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...

Monday, February 8, 2016

Our first Tết, Vietnamese New Year, without Mom--the Embodiment of Compassion



Our first Tết, Vietnamese New Year, without Mom--the Embodiment of Compassion

Tết or Vietnamese New Year is like the American's version of New Year’s Day, Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving combined. This priceless festival usually last from at least three to seven days, that represents purity and renewal not only in the families, communities but also in the universe. Vietnamese New Year brings a message of thankfulness, rejuvenation, renewal, hope and optimism.

This year, we celebrate without our beloved Mother, Ai Tran, who along with our Father, Long Bach, brought us to this freedom and compassionated country the United States of America from the war-torn native tongue homeland Vietnam. In June 18th, 1991, we immigrated to this country and settled in Lincoln, Nebraska, where our Mom worked in the cleaning garment business until she retired and moved to Sacramento, CA. She just passed away on September 22nd, 2015.

Thanks to our parents, especially our Mother, we have special family tradition in our family during this time of year. As Buddhists, we come to the temple to pray for world peace, to well wishes to the elders in families, enjoy the traditional food, the heavenly music, the joys and laughters. But for importantly, it is the time for well wishes, doing charities, and pray for peace for our community and in the world peace. And our Mother ensured we do just that in this blessed season with joy, happiness and loving-kindness (metta). Mother is the source of unconditional love, who provides comfort, security and joy every day to all 8 of us. Once I wrote this poem to honor her.

MOTHER LETTING GO OF HER HAIR -- LOVING HER FOREVER

Mother always lives her life the way it should be:
Caring, loving, devotion, and tolerance.
All mothers' love mortifies The Cradle by Berthe Morisot:
It is the embodiment of

Poetry,
Landscape,
Seascape,
Soundscape.
Mother's life’s 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.

           Our mother was born on December 20, 1934 in Vinh Hoi Village, Phu My District, Binh Dinh Province, a beautifully romantic coastal province located in the central region of Vietnam. She had always been soft spoken, gentle, patient, modest, and willing to make sacrifices. Our parents married for a little over 60 years via pre-arranged marriage. Their love grew with time while they care, nurture, and pass on the beautiful culture, heritage and humanity values to everyone of us. Our Mother, but like all mothers, is the embodiment of compassion and of love.
            To us, our Mother is beyond wonderful. It seems impossible to fully describe how much my mother loved and cared for us. Her love is a sweet miracle. My mother is a pure stream, as shiny as a thousand stars, as peaceful as the sounds of bells and praying. She is a Bodhisattva, as vast as a rice field, as great as the taste of fresh air from our village. She is as a great as the scent of herbs, as great as a Vietnamese lục bát poem. "My dear Mother! We don’t have enough words to describe you! Your love is immense and it overwhelms our lives. How can we use the limit of language or the finite words to write about the infinite love of our mother." The day our mom passed, our hearts just broken and filled with sorrows. But we are in the realization of the impermanence, and at ease when our own children began to understand important concept in Buddhist teachings. After nearly 24 hours of our Mother's passing, as I went home and pick up my sons to the hospital. I was hungry and about to eat some food, the thought of offering a bowl of food to our mom first before eating brought tears to my eyes. The tears just kept flowing down my cheeks. My wife comforted me, but the one who reminded me this life is impermanent is our own 9 year old son, Khang. He said, "It is normal, daddy. Everyone dies, Our grandmother dies, you will die, mommy will die, and I will die too. Don't be sad." Because of life is impermanent, that is why, our Mom and us are actively loving, living, and contributing more to this life. Our mother lived a very beautiful life, so does her passing. It is beautiful in the beginning, it is beautiful in the middle, and it is beautiful in the end. 
         Comes and goes as the moonlit always shine above our head
         Departing in peacefulness rythmns with the Buddha Name.
         (Đến đi trăng sáng trên đầu                       
         Thong dong tự tại nhiệm mầu Phật ngôn).


            We recognize that, our mother still lives in us, her children and grandchildren, as Zen Master Thich Nhat Hanh said, "MOTHER, YOU CONTINUE WELL IN ME!"  Our Mothers' hope, ambition, trust, love, and the virtues will live on in her children and grandchildren. We will continue of what Mom lived by her examples, speeches, and actions. So, Mom, please take a your leisure journey to the realms of Amitabha Buddha.
       Mother is vast  -- the realms of compassion
       Just the cloud flows over mountain to escape its impermanence
       Amitabha Buddha is your native land
       (Mẹ mênh mông cõi từ bi
       Mây qua đỉnh núi thoát ly vô thường
       Di Đà đất Phật quê hương)
           Our dearest Mother! Dad, all of us and our family paying your the last gratitude and respect in this earthly realm. This holiday season, we are celebrating without your physical form, but you are here with us in the spirit. We will continue our tradition that we live and work together to elevate many forms of suffering and pain. We are bringing mutual respect, understanding and compassion. 
May all of us safe. May all of us well in a year filled with peace and happiness in our communities and in the world.

Happy New Year to all.


Friday, December 25, 2015

MẸ, ĐÊM GIÁNG SINH VÀ TRĂNG - MOTHER, CHRISTMAS NIGHT AND THE FULL MOON




Our mom, Photos: BXK

MẸ, ĐÊM GIÁNG SINH VÀ TRĂNG

Tối nay đêm Giáng sinh, Trăng tròn vời vợi
Mùa đông lạnh buốt sao lòng chơi vơi
Mùa Lễ đầu tiên vắng bóng Mẹ
Mẹ như vầng trăng. Tráng lệ.
Mầu nhiệm và đong đầy
Thong dong áng mây
Nhớ Mẹ nhiều
Mẹ Yêu
Mẹ


MOTHER, CHRISTMAS NIGHT AND THE FULL MOON


In this Christmas Eve, the full moon shinning.
Winter is cold, our hearts are aching.
This is the first holiday that
our mother is not with us,
Mother is like the moon.
So magnificent,
pure, magical
like free cloud
Immense

Mom

Thursday, November 19, 2015

NHỚ MẸ - MISSING YOU, MOMMY

Smiles - Photos: BXK

NHỚ MẸ

Năm chín ngày
nhớ Mẹ
Nước mắt cứ 
Nghẹn
Rơi
Mỗi khi nghĩ về Mẹ
Nước mắt không thành lời

MISSING YOU, MOMMY
59 days past
still missing you
Our tears
shedding
and falling
Whenever we think of you, Mom
Our tears kept rolling--