By Sister Trăng Thanh Ɖoan (Sister Clear Dignity)
One day, when I went up to the meditation hall, I heard the sound of the waterfall and some words arose in my mind. The waterfall was a miracle and it happens so rarely on this land. I felt so calm, peaceful and free, and I wanted to make a poem about it.
Murmuring, the brook calls
Gentle in each step
Peaceful in every breath
Quiet with a half smile
in the darkness.
Editor‘s note: this article is reprinted from The Day I Turn Twenty, the magazine commemorating the twentieth anniversary of Deer Park published in the summer of 2020.
