Jan 1st 2017

Will the new year bring in
new dreams and new hopes
as bright as the Christmas tree
to lighten the weary souls
as deep as thousands of incarnations old?

The memories of 2016
are merely patches or spots
in the infinite timeline
however beautiful they were
or painful as they made you endure

The enlightened voice is still calling out
from over two thousand years past
I listened and liberated myself
to become as light as a snowflake
twirling in the air

Let’s empty 2016
And paint the new year with a brightest color
you could ever visualize
And start the new year fresh off
as it’s rolling in.

Happy New Year!

September

for my birthday month

Chilly September. The doorway to a new season. I could smell the aroma of cinnamon emanating from the pastries when walking by the bakery this morning.

It was in September many yeas ago that my mouth was full of mom’s breast milk. The flamboyant was not blooming in red anymore. The shooting in the battlefield shook the lullaby hovering over my cradle.

September, the genesis of many things in life. I remember the shining smiles carved in the white waves at Vung Tau beach. The giggling by the chayote vine of my grandma in Dalat. The warm eyes of the little girl enlivened by the candlelight lit inside the pigeon-shaped lantern during the full moon festival.

September, the onset of death and decay and deterioration. How many tears I have shed and filled up rivers and oceans. Which one I wonder will be the last to roll into the deep blue ocean.

Where does the Time Go?

Where does the time go? I asked myself the question.

I remember staring at your big blue eyes one evening in San Francisco several autumns ago. How I long to immerse in them. Like swimming in the ocean in ecstasy.

Now your bright smiles shining in the sunshine when we were strolling the beach warmed me up. Amid the chilly ocean breeze. They are my haven whenever I need to be sheltered from the chaotic world.

I have learned to disconnect from the world now and then. To stay alone with my self and my thoughts. To reflect.

I must learn to let go of all sorrows, all worries, my ego, and my self. Till my name is a voided sound. Till my body is but a bag of bones and flesh. Till my world is a deserted world.

How I have suffered, and how I will suffer more. Before all sufferings are gone. Like death is the beginning of a new life. New endeavors. New journey. Or it’s the end of all ends. Perhaps.

All tears will dry off
All flowers will wither
Only the never-born never-to-die
Will shine forever.

Who Am I?

Who am I?
I’ve been looking
for my whole life
Am I the one who talks
and thinks
and drinks
and eats
and hates
and loves
and reflects
and regrets
Who am I?

I’m the never-born and never-to-die
I’m the sun which shines forever
I’m the river which runs thru Time
I’m the song which plays eternally
I’m the present, I’m the life.

Vernal Equinox 2016

To S.G.

The babbling creek is calling out
your name in the park

The apple blossoms are blooming
in full

So white they purify
my missing you

You’re not here and I celebrate
Spring equinox

As quietly as the mind
I try to achieve

I listen to the universe
and contemplate

*All in one
and one in all*

Happy first day of Spring!

*from The Miracle of Mindfulness by Thích Nhất Hạnh

Valentine’s Day 2016

Pink Roses

for SG

If the mind is the vastest
It can’t be vaster than your patience with me
If the soul is the deepest
It can’t be deeper than your love for me

I thought no one’s love
would be as unconditional
and exquisite as my mother’s love
but you have refuted it

The air is filled with your love
whenever we are apart
I reach out and touch the essence of it
and you’re there for me

You’ve said you’re happy with me
in this life and next
And I would like to see
us being enlightened

Seeing our true selves
beyond words and material world
will be the grandest and holiest
accomplishment of our love thru time.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Random Thoughts 10.22.2015

I lowered the window and
caught the last light of the day

The Autumn wind was caressing
my skin as I gazed at the sun
cascading into the night painting
the sky in orange and purple hues

While my heart beat arrythmically
the physical time steadily ticked
forward but my psychological time
kept slipping away!

Since they say future time is
potentially infinite I envision
staring at the same sun
descending into a sea of golden clouds

countless times in space and time
wondering who I will be
how I will feel
and what I will contemplate

when these memories have faded
nightmares have been broken
worries have turned to thin air

I hope there will be
brighter versions of me
carried away in the sun light
thousands of years from now