Remembering Halong Bay 1. Vietnam

An islet on the bay with monkeys and what looked like Halong kalachuchis.

 

Spring-Watching Pavilion

A gentle spring evening arrives
airily, unclouded by worldly dust.

Three times the bell tolls echoes like a wave.
We see heaven upside down in sad puddles.

Love’s vast sea cannot be emptied.
And springs of grace flow easily everywhere.

Where is nirvana?
Nirvana is here, nine times out of ten.

 - Ho Xuan Huong*, Spring Essence: The Poetry of Ho Xuan Huong (Copper Canyon)

 

 As the sun sets in Halong Bay.

 

*was an aristocrat and a concubine (2nd wife) from late 18th century Vietnam.

 

music: Nasan Ka . Pupil

mood: trying to recall

~ by amats on July 18, 2008.