So filthy were their acts that the water of the Eastern Sea was not enough, to wash off the smell. Bamboo of the Southern Mountain did not suffice to count their crimes. Men and God felt indignant toward them! Nobody from heaven or on earth would forgive them...
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for tonight! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, ...
Do not go into the garden, Oh! Jesus, do not go into the garden before dawn! But if I do not go into the garden in the dead of night, who will lead you to the sunrise of Paradise?
We are the guardians of His Beauty, We are the protectors, Of the Sun. There is only one reason. We have followed God into this world: To encourage laughter...
A God becomes Child to save the children, Shepherds chant with the tongue of Angels, Salvation is described in a Mystery, Heaven and Earth mingle into one Soul this night....
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an nexpected visitor....
Behold, the Beloved summons heaven and earth to witness our resolve: blessings and life in the face of curses and death. Choose life, and rejoice evermore.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy. When actions come from another section, the feeling disappears. Don't let others lead you. They may be blind or, worse, vultures...
During prayer I am accustomed to turn to God like this and recall the meaning of the words of the Tradition, “the delight felt in the ritual prayer.”* The window of my soul opens, and
...the night is generous, it can give you a gift of the full moon. it can bless your soul with endless treasure. every night when you feel the world is unjust never ending grace...
Particulièrement pour l’Eglise vietnamienne, il y avait avant l’âge de Han Mac Tu tant d’hommes qui se servaient de la poésie afin d’apporter aux populations indigènes les Paroles de Dieu, de propager la Foi- Aujourd’hui le langage contemporain se dit “des engagements aux cultures multi-nationales”.
Why aren't you back to Vy Hamlet, To watch the sun rising over the areca trees? Whose garden is so lush in jade-like green And bamboo leaves cover whose firm square face?