July 01st, 2023

The bell of Prajna chimes
Through vacant days.
Amida's sutras are one
On quiet nights
Brooks sigh and sing
Like harps when rain has stopped.
Birds chirp sweet melodies
As sunshine dims.
The Way lies not far off,
Why toil for it?
Bodhi bears fruit
Right here inside the heart.

Huynh Sanh Thong