July! The raindrops split second contingent fell on the temple porch in the rainy season, the win lan Vu appease steaming ground after the long sunny days of summer is sultry, rain blowing in the fresh cool breeze for the weather becomes milder, irrigation rain laced the water drops in the veo green treesenergetic, gentle rain, but enough to made in my swing in emotions esteem ... ... ... ... -Way down! Between Meditation place alike, you suddenly remember MOM settled.
Mommy! I miss you so much ... ... ... ... ... ...!
Lifelong mother hard-suffering anxiety for me, nine October day I waited eagerly immersed to low, her mother took her to this lifetime though that I had to go through many pains and challenges. My mother has given me form, is the flesh and blood, breath, is the smile. When I was a child to only know lies a crib and cry, my mother took me to the land of dreaming, for the high so far away come to the truth value of the United States of America with the sweet lyrics of this lifetime that I can't forget. I gave my heart to know the vibration and knew loved human beings. Mother love is endless source streams, cool milk line is raised on each child, mother's arms warm brewed the cold winter nights, is anti-mother shoulders burden soon hope you lunch was by using rafts. My mom loves her unconditionally because his mother for her is "not going to ever again".
For parents, children, hope, belief and is probably his life, his mother always with you during the cruise life. I'm in the joy of the children, the smile on his lips was the greatest happiness of my life, MOM. When you see suffering mother son va stumbled, the wounds on his legs as the bleeding heart, his mother worried this morning my footsteps too short leveled before the thunderous, before sealing three life storm. I know that "the world has so many wonders but great wonders and greatest of the mother's heart is". You always protect hands spread, cuddle took my umbrella I had committed many mistakes, I wipe dry the tears roll over cheek, wipe dry the wounds on his body and in his soul, his mother never too, tolerance and forgiveness though for my poems cause as many mistakes.
My mother taught me to stand up after every stumble, her mother taught her to walk on her own feet because that was the most solid steps take you to success. Mommy! I know whatever comes in this life you will never find the person who hurt you as his mother. Because "the big is still my son, go to lifelong heart mother still follow you". Silently thank my mother gave me is seeing the light of my life, Who brought her into the world and teach you love taking it, Who are you to energize and conviction to overcome time constraints. His mother-who gave me all.
Each passing day is pleasing the repurposed back when thinking about his mother. I still remember the day my mother, my print as renunciation, my mother cried a lot. My mom loves her poetry from this absence of parents, away from family shelters to step out of the way export ceiling Sergeant according to the Dhamma of the Tathāgata. Mommy bracelets will no longer be incubated warm for his each winter, the renunciation is from here you must live without parents in the party platform, and then the care, worse than when your sick you hurt my mother can hold her, kiss her forehead as well as up as I was. Each way on some of the other you know into one, you know who to call when this mother was now so far away?. I remember you, remember as a peaceful home from this absent son called his mother. I remember you, remember the time you nũng nịu to be at her mother's praise, the destructive rage of motherhood, the when the disease is like having thousands of knife stabs into the liver heart MOM ... I miss you, Miss a lot. The tears don't stop falling but I know behind that smile.
Glad you've chosen the right path of cultivation, from negativity to find to an old men of peace for the soul, I hope you always used on the Tam reward under salvation to men born since life is suffering that humans have swim in it very long. I don't want you living life crossroads Thinketh that Bong can't escape, search for refuge under the three jewels for every time you see the mother's smile on his lips at peace.
Mommy! I know life is impermanent, people live in life like swimming in the sea flies gauge reincarnation, affective presence, always rotating the single extra gauge life no one escaped the miseries of tham, pitch, si because of birth is already doomed. Pretending, the generals are the fragile temporary fake only, this body panels like nut dew on the grass in the early morning. So the monk please don't be sad. The monk as mercy beings also steeped in Western of suffering, as a high intent beautifully bring French finances Hong Yang around the place, I went for the sake of beings rather than for the sake of your own it myself, I get the pleasure of hundreds they make fun of themselves, where the Golden leader lighting graciously illuminates where you feel the joy happily and have more power to net tons of austerities.
Mommy! I know the monk is since you have to removed the arms of her mother, every day is a day of love I miss you immensely, monk is from here I could not stay with care, get stupid for my mom, for sharing the burden of the day-to-day anxiety I'm carrying. Monk's ailing mother at a time I couldn't carry me a glass of water, a Tablet, Cook for her congee is white, or simply the lyrics ask "Yes mother? "I cannot close care for each breath, MOM. Monk is from here I could not stay with his family, Hieu Hanh rounded not for parents, with family ancestors. The Tet holidays my mom came to visit me, seeing my mom glad you happiness. For parents like endless source streams rise movement to which the Pacific flung the Ganges River water, billowing also failed by.
Oh please, this profound gratitude to him who was born into, the form for my flesh and blood, for my heart shaken before everything and know love, my son would like to express a fondness for temple brought deep thick father's mother, the passage of time the mother struggled to raise his son appearance enough, are not afraid of hard difficulty, sunny late rain soon because I, my son would like prayer for my parents always peace, Bodhi mind is always solidly toward the three jewels. Your father your mother pray forever inscribed on the inside your heart-where love reigns.
The path you take will not take you to the flashy success or a glorious Sheen illusionism but sub hostage would find pleasure on each journey. Injured father, hurt MOM, I always use of foot steps convent to inspired parents, to guide parents Qui Tam glass, directed at the tu and freed. I urge parents to take philanthropist, avoid doing evil because cause and effect isn't visible in the next life. The same steps on the way of the French public to keep away from the negativity, the nabagesera, fame, salve and jealousy, from real-life mineral back Ben enlightenment happily.
In July, the season Trumped lan back to season one, Vu lan more distant mother. When bells resonated awakening, when, the Scripture as well as elegant and soldering tools July Moon sparkling micro magic soi down Earth is at her standing in front of three jewels to pray for my parents and all those who, born into the world is happily, always with her beloved children. "Every night I lit the lights of heaven, pray for her parents spent with their children." Pray for those who do not because of the fame illusionism in life forgetting the duty rounded filial, lose yourself and forgotten sacred death form friendships, to a mother upon then startled cry, won't have the bid would suffer more than pain losing his mother. "Mother than the father, not the mother not father as definitive lines have welcomed". I thank my life because you are so lucky to be set up in his chest a Crimson rose each of Artichoke spread about, for my son's most colourful hues like flower garden in which the donation, the beloved and proud to know how when his mother always sided with her during the trip of his life. Hostage of love and happy hospitality'd urged his cultivation, completed the Mission of the Buddha's disciples, the will helm the boat take guests across the Mekong River, back to the Enlightenment, escape from suffering samsara, Karma so much sorrow in life. This is also the gift of Maya I'm happy to pay homage to two insurgent who was born into the Vu lan won the slowly about.END=VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY=THICH CHAN TANH.THE MIND OF ENLIGHTMENT.WORLD VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST ORDER=VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST NUN=GOLDEN LOTUS MONASTERY=THE EIGHTFOLD PATH.NAM MO SAKYA MUNI BUDDHA.( 3 TIMES ).AUSTRALIA,SYDNEY.15/7/2014.
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