Meditation [a Memory Of Vietnam] Poem by Duy Bui
Meditation [a Memory Of Vietnam]
The sound of temple bells echoing between two silent,
gray mountains as the silver raindrops upon a breezeless pond;
in its stillness I seek my own reflection.
Beneath the silent mountains, birds are calling to each other and
in their songs over the passing wavelets,
I hear the never-ending prayers of men and women rising
Over the old temple; and
in their prayers I hear my voice.
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