Gia tu cat bui

There were days I wandered too far,
Searching for a lullaby in weary lives.
The world felt like a late, tired rainfall,
Breaking softly into fragile drops of time.
Only then I saw within my own heartbeat
A thousand ties I hadn’t dared release.


Then one evening, the wind grew gentle,
And I found my shadow resting at the gate of peace.
The wooden bell echoed like a slow breath,
Shaking off the dust gathered on my soul.
Only then I knew that all things would vanish,
Leaving only a quiet heart with the void.



So I return to the refuge of the Buddha,
Like a morning dew seeking its first light.
Leaving behind the storms and all the burdens,
Keeping my mind open, vast, and still.
Though the world may change with every moment—
I come home, forever in His grace.


There are paths I never understood,
Only knowing I was tired of being lost.
But one bright thought arose from the silence,
Calling my name like autumn’s gentle breeze.
So I walk past all the unanswered questions,
Returning home like a leaf to its tree.