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秋日午後放逐在河提路傍追隨著夕照餘暉一同泅泳于那粼粼水波眼簾啊眼簾山川流水那令人窒息的交錯時光漁人碼頭的湛藍奔流十方海濤啊海濤細細地吟詠一章又一章一章又一章幽幽西班牙舞曲緩緩地呼出那福爾摩沙的歷史詩章隨著黃昏樂曲起舞心旋染盡整片宇宙

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葉清新純淨鮮綠盎然在閃爍的光彩裡搖曳感受色彩的欣悅聆聽飛濺的晶瑩水花觀賞花花世界它的氣息莊嚴這片淨土leaffresh and immaculateabundant lush green swaying in the flickering lightfeeling the joy of colorslistening to the crystal splashing sprinklesadmiring the world of its breathsadorn this pure land9/11 寫于碧潭

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輕霧飄灑一地天窗外的無名花潔淨地棲息于山林美色暢然地展開她最後的璀燦笑顏掬起滿手雨露帶著她的蝴蝶翅膀悄然離去hazy mistdrifted all over the earthoutside the skylight an unknown flower freshly perched on forest beautyher last splendid smile unfoldeddipped up handful of dew dropswith her butterfly wingsleft soundlessly～初夏寫於陽明山

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This Illustration was inspired by Thay"s (Ven. Thich Nhat Hanh) teaching on no birth, no death. "When we visualize a wave, we see it coming up and going down. It looks like the wave has a beginning and an end. It looks like the wave is higher or lower than other waves. If the wave is caught in these notions of birth and death, going up and going down, she will suffer. But if she knows she's water

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gusts of wind blow gentlyone thousand leaves fly tenderlycrystal raindrops chant overnightin the ten directionsthe scent of stillness adornsautumn is near陣風吹千葉飛雨滴連夜十方誦靜寂芳香以莊嚴秋已近~ New York City

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amidst the hustle and bustle of a melting pot, i hear the brilliant rhythm of a world capital, there is silencei walk among a mountain of crowds, there is silencei wander in the urban decay, graffiti, and high skyscrapers, there is spaciousness of an open sky, rain drops, snow flowers,and bloomsthere are my steps painting infinitely the melodic sounds,textures, and light

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the sounds of chirping birdstenderly turn into pearly white dewdropsin the early morning mistsilently i hear the song of a thousand petals in white and violet

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Snowflakes fall from heavenly skyfall on my lashesfall on my skinfall on my breathsThe sound of piercing silence, of bare branchesdeep into the landscape of my beingthe fragrance of purity, of dancing lightglistening within each of the ten thousand formsEach snowflake a bodhisattva of compassionEach snowflakean ambassador of peaceMay your sublime beautyadorn the universeMay your sublime

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a clear skythe full moon shimmersbarren trees blow throughthe unseen winter grasssilent drizzles flyinto the worlda river still

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Thay's teaching on "True Happiness" from The Energy of Prayer: How to deepen your spiritual practice. Our true happiness comes from being fully conscious in the present moment, aware of our connection to everything else in the universe.Mindfulness is above all the capacity simply to recognize the presence of an object without taking sides, without judging, and without craving or despising that

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From my dear teacher Thay's (Thich Nhat Hanh) book "The World We Have", a Buddhist Approach to Peace and Ecology.Thay said, the title should be called "The World We Are" since we are our environment and our environment is us. It's such a powerful and compelling book, on interbeing, on deep ecology, on engaged Buddhism.- - -Suppose we take a seed of corn and plant it in the damp soil. A week or so

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mid summer nightdarkness clouded the night skylost in despairi saw nothing, i heard nothinga deep breath, a new birthilluminating the path were the dancing firefliesflipping their wings of peacesinging a song of joymy feet lightenedmy heart joyedby mother earth's loving childreni stepped into a river of starsstarsflickering through the curtain of my lashesstarstwinkling under an utterly open

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秋葉隨清風起飛曼舞向親愛的樹王子道別在生死流轉的旅程中萬里翱翔在夢幻泡影的秋日裡歌頌無常呼息吐氣重重山巒浩瀚大海悄悄地在大地留下動容的優美姿態寧靜地守候下一季樂曲的飄然到來The splendid Autumn infuses the air; it refreshes and clears the mind. New England is especially beautiful this time of year. The colorful palette of orange and red stunningly deepens the silence of Autumn’s brisk air.It helps me see a Pure Land on Earth. How beautiful it is to step into the Buddha land each

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in samsarai see a pure landas a season of orange and red leavesquietly and vividly reveals her beautiful presenceof profound stillnessof fragrant brisk airi walk side by side withall beings as my companions

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a blue sky and a blue oceani seep through a brush of tranquilitytranquil as the eternal sound of the wavesit weaves an infinite panting in motioni rest upon the blueby the sea and beneath the blue sky without returninglike a little riveri flow freely and fearlessly that day, i was the blueSitting on the mountain cliff looking at the ocean always inspires and brings

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Looking at a flower, we can see the sunshine, the soil, the bees, and the farmer who planted the flower, the clouds which produce the rain, .. We see the whole cosmos which makes it possible for the flower to be a beautiful flower in order for us to enjoy her presence and freshness; just as looking at our body, we can see a forest and everything which supports our human existence, for without

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the river is flowingflowing and growingthe river is flowingback to the seamother earth carry meyour child i will always bemother earth carries meback to the seaAt the day of mindfulness yesterday, the Brother who offered deep relaxation sang a beautiful song. I was really touched by the song and his words. I left feeling nourished and inspired.Deep relaxation is one practice which I have come to

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This illustration is based on a poem which I wrote to my dear teacher Thay who has taught me how to truly be with life's wonders inside me and around me so my illusion of a separate entity can gradually fall away...Plants are a much older species than the human species; I'm always in awe with the intricate creations they produce and how they live so harmoniously with other species, while the

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Solitude is not about being alone high up in the mountains, or in a hut deep in the forest, it is not about hiding ourselves away from civilization. Real solitude comes from a stable heart that does not get carried away by the crowd nor by our sorrows about the past, our worries about the future, and our excitement about the present. We do not lose ourselves; we do not lose our mindfulness.

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the fragranceof winter sandsof winter grassesentered meentered meas i listened to ocean waves blossom overnightas i watched the soul of mother earth rise in flightWinter is over. Spring has arrived. Yet walking along the beach at night, listening to the sounds of the roaring ocean in the winter are vivid memories and inspirations never fade and always in me... I bow to Mother Earth for her

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Vesak, the birthday of the Buddha is coming up, I would like to dedicate this little painting to the World-Honored One, with much gratitude & love. Before I encountered Thay's teaching, I often felt the Buddha was someone very distant from me, someone in the heavenly realm & wondered how an ordinary person like me could ever attain enlightenment like he did. Thay often emphasizes that the Buddha

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flowers bloom beneath the heavenly skyeach petalan immense beauty of the universeeach blooma generous offering of the cosmos

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I love walking in the rain, my steps in sync with the droplets. One rainy night, as I enjoyed the jubilant refreshing air cleansed by the rain, I noticed a little snail. He was crawling slowly toward the grass on a sidewalk littered with the remains of his companions all crushed to death by passers-by. I picked up a leaf to help him move a bit faster. I found myself talking to him, "if you don't

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Shambhala Sun, March 2006 Melvin McLeod interviews Thich Nhat Hanh The great Buddhist teacher Thich Nhat Hanh talks about non-self, interdependence, and the love that expands until it has no limit. One of the best parts of my job as editor of the Shambhala Sun is the chance to discuss dharma seriously, even intimately, with great teachers. I’m a Buddhist student before I’m a journalist, and the

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I have been looking for you, World Honored One,since I was a little child.With my first breath, I heard your call,and began to look for you Blessed One.I’ve walked so many perilous paths,confronted so many dangers,endured despair, fear, hopes, and memories.I’ve trekked to the farthest regions, immense and wild,sailed the vast oceans,traversed the highest summits, lost among the clouds.I’ve lain

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I have been looking for you, my child,Since the time when rivers and mountains still lay in obscurity.I was looking for you when you were still in a deep sleepAlthough the conch had many times echoed in the ten directions.Without leaving our ancient mountain I looked at distant landsAnd recognized your steps on so many different paths.Where are you going, my child?There have been times when the

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Opening the windowI look out to the DharmakyaHow wondrous is lifeAttentive to each momentmy mind is clear like calm riverby Thich Nhat Hanh

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Enchanted by the budding treesI stand in awe on the sidewalkThe chirping birds chantingButterflies dancingA scent of joy painting in the airA new chapter beginsLightly and gracefully humming a melodyAre the delightful footsteps echo with my breaths

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Calligraphy was my first love when I was a child. I aspired to become a calligrapher when I was 13 and imagined when I grew up, I would become one of those hermit poets living on a beautiful mountain cliff, admiring the wondrous scenery all day long, writing calligraphy, drinking tea and writing poetry about peach blossoms and Autumn leaves. Although I had continued to enjoy writing calligraphy

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Right where you standis the valley of endless spring ~ Master DogenArt making is a process of being in the present moment and translating experiences into creations. Painting Spring is a space in which I wish to share my creative expressions inspired by the Mindfulness practice in the tradition of Ven. Thich Nhat Hanh, through the arts. When we are present, when we are in touch with what is right

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I love relaxing on the grass in springtime and enjoy the fragrance of the grasses, of the plants, of the blooming flowers, all the great Earth has to offer all living beings. I love lying on earth, watching the birds fly and sing for an eternity while butterflies offer their beautiful dance. I love seeing little insects feeding themselves mindfully and getting satisfied. I love listening to trees

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I enjoy walking! Esp when it is done surrounded by nature. It is a joyful way to feel our interconnectedness with all beings. We breathe the same air. We walk on the same Earth. Forests are our lungs. The Sun is our heart. Clouds produce rain that turns into water that makes up 70% of our body. The vegetables we eat support our existence…The day when I discovered how I was linked to all other

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In the spring 2006, I was very blessed to have attended the 21-day “Breath of the Buddha” retreat at Plum Village, France. I had the most amazing times and was really blown away by Thay’s teachings. One evening after our evening sit, I went for a walk in the French countryside outside the New Hamlet, when the sun was just going down at 9:30pm; a most beautiful painting appeared right in front of

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I entrust myself to Earth;Earth entrusts herself to me.I entrust myself to Buddha;Buddha entrusts herself to me.~ Ven. Thich Nhat HanhThis is one of my favorite gathas for daily Mindfulness practices. Even though it is meant for planting a seed or a seedling; to entrust it to the Earth, I feel it is also for us to entrust ourselves to her. Whether the Earth is beautiful, fresh, and green, or

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Waking up this morningTwenty four brand new hours are before meI vow to live each moment fullyand look at all beingswith the eyes of compassion~ Thich Nhat Hanh

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Dew in the moonlightA river of starsSnow-covered pinesClouds hovering on mountain peak~ Chan Master Hongzhi Zhengjue (1091 - 1157)The twelfth-century Chan Master Hongzhi Zhengjue (1091 - 1157) is the founder of Silent Illumination meditation school, known as Soto Zen, a non dual, objectless practice. His writings are poetic expressions of meditative concentration and insight, and of the working

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The water is clear right down to the bottomFish lazily swim on~ Chan Master Hongzhi Zhengjue (1091 - 1157)This calligraphy was inspired by a day of Mindfulness practice of our Plum Village tradition. At the end of the day, I was out doing a walking meditation with our group, with everyone walking so mindfully and gently on the streets and in the park in Upper West side. I was walking side by side

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The crane dreams in the wintery mistsThe autumn waters flow far in the distance~ Chan Master Hongzhi Zhengjue (1091 - 1157)This calligraphy was inspired by the Silent Illumination retreat I had attended with my first teacher, Master Sheng Yen. Autumn is a season of stillness; the air is crisp, water is still, like the mind of meditative stillness. This is the practice I apply in the midst of

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From the Heart sutra, on the teaching of Emptiness.

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