Meditation on sensation

Living in paradise for too long
I have forgotten
The pain a body can have
I look at my swelling ankle
I smile at you
You are strong
Or I am stronger?
You pain your way
I will not let you ruin

My equanimity mind

Twisted ankle

I was chasing my sister
Which I have lost my awareness
I saw her run
I ran after
KABOOM
I fell
Why I let the phenomena lead me
Instead of I should keep my awareness

She runs I should let her run
This is a big lesson that I've learnt
From now on
Even the sky collapses
My mind should not be moved.

My father's death (overdue post 26/09/2016)

My dad is dying

I see he takes his last breath
STOP! No more breath comes out.
The whole universe seems froze
His face turns pale
He goes so peacefully
Without any struggle
Without any pain

My mind is calm
Although the person in front of me is my dad
I see anicca
I see dukkha
I see anatta
I see maya
I see he is FREE.

HE IS FREE!
Free from this body's suffering
I am happy for him
To see him go onto his next journey
May my dad goes home
Where I long to be
I know dad you knows where it is.

At Bodhgaya 3

Ni Su led us to repent
My past bad deeds that I have done
Whether I did them intentionally or unintentional
I sincerely repent
I vow I will not do them again
To harm others and myself

Ni Su led us to take refuge to the Triple Gems
I vow to live by the Buddha (Awakening nature), Dharma (Right Understanding) and Sangha (Purity & Clarity)
for the rest of this life
And many lives to come

Ni Su led us to observe the five precepts
Abstain to kill
Abstain to steal
Abstain to adultery
Abstain to lie
Abstain to take any intoxication
I vow to observe these earnestly and carefully

Ordain or not ordain
This is only forms
I am happy for who can walk against the stream
But for me I will take it easy
In the pace that times and affinity allow.

At Bodhgaya 2-a

The dusty streets
The blurry hazy sun
The sick, the old, the practitioners
The busy sellers and buyers
The noises of chanting
People's walking

Dogs' barking
Wind's blowing
Birds' singing
Leaves' dropping
Strangely my mind is calm
I walk, I sit and I look
Inside my silence world.
I feel joy through each of my skin pores

At Bodhgaya 1

In This dusty samsara
Bodhi tree has been covered
Layer of these conventional dusts (chân lý quy ước)
It has been forgotten
The true self
Let us remove each layer of this dust
By the ultimate duster (chân lý tối hậu)
To let it reflects the stage of that

Beggars

Beggars are poor
In a way they are without food and shelters
Beggars may not be poor
In a way they are happy and content
Beggars have Buddha nature
Beggars and us are the same
The only different is the karma each one received

We are poor
In a way of never feel enough and never feel happy
We are a beggar ourselves, are we not?