Ví như người mù sờ voi, tuy họ mô tả đúng thật như chỗ sờ biết, nhưng ta thật không thể nhờ đó mà biết rõ hình thể con voi.Kinh Đại Bát Niết-bàn
Hạnh phúc giống như một nụ hôn. Bạn phải chia sẻ với một ai đó mới có thể tận hưởng được nó. (Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.)Bernard Meltzer
Cuộc đời là một tiến trình học hỏi từ lúc ta sinh ra cho đến chết đi. (The whole of life, from the moment you are born to the moment you die, is a process of learning. )Jiddu Krishnamurti
Người ngu nghĩ mình ngu, nhờ vậy thành có trí. Người ngu tưởng có trí, thật xứng gọi chí ngu.Kinh Pháp cú (Kệ số 63)
Tôi phản đối bạo lực vì ngay cả khi nó có vẻ như điều tốt đẹp thì đó cũng chỉ là tạm thời, nhưng tội ác nó tạo ra thì tồn tại mãi mãi. (I object to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary; the evil it does is permanent.)Mahatma Gandhi
Chớ khinh tội nhỏ, cho rằng không hại; giọt nước tuy nhỏ, dần đầy hồ to! (Do not belittle any small evil and say that no ill comes about therefrom. Small is a drop of water, yet it fills a big vessel.)Kinh Đại Bát Niết-bàn
Tinh cần giữa phóng dật, tỉnh thức giữa quần mê.Người trí như ngựa phi, bỏ sau con ngựa hèn.Kính Pháp Cú (Kệ số 29)
Khi gặp phải thảm họa trong đời sống, ta có thể phản ứng theo hai cách. Hoặc là thất vọng và rơi vào thói xấu tự hủy hoại mình, hoặc vận dụng thách thức đó để tìm ra sức mạnh nội tại của mình. Nhờ vào những lời Phật dạy, tôi đã có thể chọn theo cách thứ hai. (When we meet real tragedy in life, we can react in two ways - either by losing hope and falling into self-destructive habits, or by using the challenge to find our inner strength. Thanks to the teachings of Buddha, I have been able to take this second way.)Đức Đạt-lai Lạt-ma XIV
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Tài năng là do bẩm sinh, hãy khiêm tốn. Danh vọng là do xã hội ban cho, hãy biết ơn. Kiêu căng là do ta tự tạo, hãy cẩn thận. (Talent is God-given. Be humble. Fame is man-given. Be grateful. Conceit is self-given. Be careful.)John Wooden
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- Preface
- »» Mother is immense, Father is monumental
- The Manifestation Of Beauty And Oneself
- Love Life, Love Others
- Sangha Is The Guiding Light
- Take Refuges In The Middle Path
Font chữ:
Mother’s Shore - An Awakening
Through many years of searching and learning
Many great teachers
Far and near
Only I had not seen,
In our own home:
My mother
patiently
smiles
Eating Coconut Treat with Mother
Silence in the dawn,
a pretty chilly calendar’s leaf.
Smile—the realm of unbeginning,
My Mother’s eyes are forever fresh.
After Lunar New Year (Tết), Breathe and Smile with Mother Sunshine yellows with anxiety
From red roses’ petals, stigma, pollens—falling.
Mother’s once vibrant black hair
now turns silver white,
Orange and banana are goldening in isolation
SOURIRE À MA MÈRE APRÈS TẾT
le soleil jaunit d’anxiété
à l’envol du pollen des pétales roses
les cheveux noirs laqués de ma mère
aujourd’hui blanchissent argentés
les oranges et les bananes dorent d’isolement
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
Thanks giving For Life
Thank you, Mom and Dad, for giving me life
and love that is vaster than the immense ocean,
and longer than the endless river.
Thank you, nature, for giving me so much
power of love and beauty:
Flowers, mountains, forests, creeks,
dunes of sand, and stars.
Thank you, beloved wife,
for giving me your warm lips,
Full of passionate love in togetherness.
Thank you, venerable Master,
for showing me the Way
that enlightens me on my arduous journey of samsara.
Our Mother’s Feet
Our mother’s feet are pale and fragile.
What she has left is just skin and bones,
which wilt our
hearts.
All of her life she
Sacrifices,
Nurtures,
Protects,
and Loves
her children and grandchildren forever.
Our mother’s feet are aged—displace a color of adventure,
A sign of being weathered, wisdom, and compassion.
Looking at these nameless tendons and bones,
in our heart, we shed the tears of love.
Looking at these signs,
we realize our life is a passing dream,
We see life take its course in its immense and endless flow,
Even though we are embracing and accepting life as it is,
Our heart rhythms have the sound of true emptiness.
My Mother’s Mole
To my mom - Happy Mother’s Day
This year, my mom turns 80-years-old,
She still has a big smile whenever she sees her children.
She is even more graceful and beautiful
because of the mole under her lips.
O, my Mother’s mole,
as beautiful as poetry
but it is also a question mark of life.
Ups and downs, good and bad, happiness and sorrow.
That is the truth of life – full of the above.
My mother’s mole – a question mark of life.
Where does it come from and where will it go?
My mother’s smile with her bright eyes will last forever.
As if she is saying: Please stop that nonsense, son.
Happiness is whenever we are, ‘presensing’ for each other.
The past is gone,
and the future is yet to come;
Do not bother or mind, my dear son.
The now; the present time is simply pure happiness.
One day I lived in life is also a day I died in life!
You are my continuation,
You’re the flowers, the quintessence,
the beauty manifestations.
Also continue with what you perceive is right.
Yet, as I get older, my heart aches,
Loving my dad more,
Loving my mom much more.
Their lives were miserable for all of us,
They poured so much sweat and tears,
They devoted their entire lives and sacrificed
a whole lot for us.
Dad worked so hard as a fisherman,
Mother does all things to make ends meet,
Still they have time to teach us how to do things right,
and to be the person we want to be.
Each time I look at her mole,
O, my Mother’s mole,
as beautiful as poetry.
What is much more beautiful is the maternal love,
beyond a beautiful dream
untouched and superb.
Maternal love is as vast as the ocean
and brighter than the sky—
Infinite and precious.
In honor of my mother’s day - 2012.
Eating Blueberry with Mother
Mother’s rice mouth-feeding
is like the lullaby of the coastal city.
The ocean is so vast, peaceful and mysterious
like the thousands stars.
Eating blueberries the images of the ocean flash back.
Chewing its sweetness and tenderness—the dream
—the dew,
transforming.
Mother Letting Go Of Her Hair - Loving Her Forever
Mother always lives her life the way it should be:
Caring, loving, devoting, and practing tolerance.
All mothers’ love mortifies The Cradle by Berthe Morisot:
It is the embodiment of:
Poetry, Landscape, Seascape, Soundscape.
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.
Our Dad And Nature
There are empty spaces
Just close our eyes tight
Seeing the life’s limitations.
PÈRE ET NATURE
père et nature
aux creux des espaces vides
fermons nos yeux
sur les limites de notre vie
Taking Out The Trash In Our Mind
Every day seeing our Daddy
Leisurely, chanting and meditating
Purifying the earthy realm.
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...
Through many years of searching and learning
Many great teachers
Far and near
Only I had not seen,
In our own home:
My mother
patiently
smiles
Eating Coconut Treat with Mother
Silence in the dawn,
a pretty chilly calendar’s leaf.
Smile—the realm of unbeginning,
My Mother’s eyes are forever fresh.
After Lunar New Year (Tết), Breathe and Smile with Mother Sunshine yellows with anxiety
From red roses’ petals, stigma, pollens—falling.
Mother’s once vibrant black hair
now turns silver white,
Orange and banana are goldening in isolation
SOURIRE À MA MÈRE APRÈS TẾT
le soleil jaunit d’anxiété
à l’envol du pollen des pétales roses
les cheveux noirs laqués de ma mère
aujourd’hui blanchissent argentés
les oranges et les bananes dorent d’isolement
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
Thanks giving For Life
Thank you, Mom and Dad, for giving me life
and love that is vaster than the immense ocean,
and longer than the endless river.
Thank you, nature, for giving me so much
power of love and beauty:
Flowers, mountains, forests, creeks,
dunes of sand, and stars.
Thank you, beloved wife,
for giving me your warm lips,
Full of passionate love in togetherness.
Thank you, venerable Master,
for showing me the Way
that enlightens me on my arduous journey of samsara.
Our Mother’s Feet
Our mother’s feet are pale and fragile.
What she has left is just skin and bones,
which wilt our
hearts.
All of her life she
Sacrifices,
Nurtures,
Protects,
and Loves
her children and grandchildren forever.
Our mother’s feet are aged—displace a color of adventure,
A sign of being weathered, wisdom, and compassion.
Looking at these nameless tendons and bones,
in our heart, we shed the tears of love.
Looking at these signs,
we realize our life is a passing dream,
We see life take its course in its immense and endless flow,
Even though we are embracing and accepting life as it is,
Our heart rhythms have the sound of true emptiness.
My Mother’s Mole
To my mom - Happy Mother’s Day
This year, my mom turns 80-years-old,
She still has a big smile whenever she sees her children.
She is even more graceful and beautiful
because of the mole under her lips.
O, my Mother’s mole,
as beautiful as poetry
but it is also a question mark of life.
Ups and downs, good and bad, happiness and sorrow.
That is the truth of life – full of the above.
My mother’s mole – a question mark of life.
Where does it come from and where will it go?
My mother’s smile with her bright eyes will last forever.
As if she is saying: Please stop that nonsense, son.
Happiness is whenever we are, ‘presensing’ for each other.
The past is gone,
and the future is yet to come;
Do not bother or mind, my dear son.
The now; the present time is simply pure happiness.
One day I lived in life is also a day I died in life!
You are my continuation,
You’re the flowers, the quintessence,
the beauty manifestations.
Also continue with what you perceive is right.
Yet, as I get older, my heart aches,
Loving my dad more,
Loving my mom much more.
Their lives were miserable for all of us,
They poured so much sweat and tears,
They devoted their entire lives and sacrificed
a whole lot for us.
Dad worked so hard as a fisherman,
Mother does all things to make ends meet,
Still they have time to teach us how to do things right,
and to be the person we want to be.
Each time I look at her mole,
O, my Mother’s mole,
as beautiful as poetry.
What is much more beautiful is the maternal love,
beyond a beautiful dream
untouched and superb.
Maternal love is as vast as the ocean
and brighter than the sky—
Infinite and precious.
In honor of my mother’s day - 2012.
Eating Blueberry with Mother
Mother’s rice mouth-feeding
is like the lullaby of the coastal city.
The ocean is so vast, peaceful and mysterious
like the thousands stars.
Eating blueberries the images of the ocean flash back.
Chewing its sweetness and tenderness—the dream
—the dew,
transforming.
Mother Letting Go Of Her Hair - Loving Her Forever
Mother always lives her life the way it should be:
Caring, loving, devoting, and practing tolerance.
All mothers’ love mortifies The Cradle by Berthe Morisot:
It is the embodiment of:
Poetry, Landscape, Seascape, Soundscape.
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.
Our Dad And Nature
There are empty spaces
Just close our eyes tight
Seeing the life’s limitations.
PÈRE ET NATURE
père et nature
aux creux des espaces vides
fermons nos yeux
sur les limites de notre vie
Taking Out The Trash In Our Mind
Every day seeing our Daddy
Leisurely, chanting and meditating
Purifying the earthy realm.
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...
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