The Miracle of Being

THE MIRACLE OF BEING:

Death happens because birth happens.
But our trueself was never born.
Therefore, it can never die.

The miracle of being
Every single steps,
Present and aware.
I’ve truly returned
Home is everywhere.
I’ve come and arrived
In this present moment.
Limitless and Free
There’s no need to wait.
Blue sky and white clouds
Birds’ chirping, trees’ singing
Smile with rays of sunshine,
Single leaf that falls.
Tranquil and be still
Each step, Each rhythm
Smile with gratitude
Dwelling in Nirvana.

Poem written in Vietnamese by: Thầy Pháp Nhật
Translation - Composition - Choir of Dharma Light Monastery and Trang Pham
Music: Hồ Nhật Hà