A gentle spring evening arrives

airily, unclouded by the world.


Three times the bell tolls; it echoes like a wave.

We see heaven upside-down in the lake.


Love is a vast sea. It cannot be emptied.

And, like springtime,  insight flows easily, everywhere.


Where is nirvana?

Why, here, of course.


Ho Xuan Huong

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