The Brook

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.

Editors 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.

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