In the quiet breath before the dawn,
a lotus opens without a sound.
Thích Ca, the awakened light,
walks gently upon the earth.
A Di Đà shines beyond the evening sky,
a boundless field of peace and grace.
Two names become one silent prayer,
one heart resting in the Infinite.
Namo A Di Đà Phật,
the wind carries the sacred sound.
Through sorrow, through joy, through every road,
may compassion guide us home.
When the mind becomes still,
the moon reflects upon clear water.
No distance remains, no fear remains—
only peace, only light, only love.
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