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The Songs, Compositions, Poetry and Performances of Supreme Master Ching Hai (vegan), Part 11 of a Multi-part Series

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Thousands of years ago, the Buddha graced the Earth with His holy presence. How one wishes to be among the blessed Earthlings who could have a glimpse of a living Great Saint!

“The title is ‘At the Foot of the Himalayas.’

Returning to visit the Holy land, feeling nostalgic. Here lies buried the Buddha’s Sacred Relic, thousands of years under the sand!

The Ganges water flows ever leisurely Yet my heart is phobic in stagnant stream and swamps.

Gazing at the mist-covered Himalayas’ peaks, Pondering if the Divine Halo still exists!”

Autumn has arrived in nature and the human mind, as dew covers a misty road, bringing melancholy to the heart. Autumn winds sweep through the forest, in the chill birds quiver under the sky.

“See you tattered golden trees, Crying red leaves, With trembling long branches Waving good-bye...

Hear you deserted paths, Carpeted by withered flowers, Sobbing with your footsteps Wailing in the blowing wind...

See you the hurried rain, Slipping on mossy roofs, Chasing a lonely bird dazzled on the empty lane.

Feel you autumn falling leaves And a nebulous yearning Sympathising with one who keeps on waiting, Oblivious to seasons changing!

Hear you the longing hearts, Confiding to each other, And the weary August Greeting September...

See you fall dreaming-spirit Spilling a sliver of golden sun Hear you autumn lamenting Whispering the lore of the heart.”

Wondrous yet speckled with trials and tribulations, beautiful yet fleeting, life on Earth is a reflection of movement and continuity, like a stream of water that flows on the endless river of the cosmos. Through bends and meanders, each individual drop of water will one day joyously return to a harbor in waiting, to a sea of all-encompassing love, where all sorrows will be absorbed in the immensity and greatness of the magnificent ocean.

“This is a song called the ‘Ocean of Love.’ Do you know who that is? When we meditate, sometimes God speaks to us through our meditation or through another person. And one of the persons is supposed to be a Master, like Krishna or Jesus or Buddha. And when a disciple asked the Master, ‘Who is God?’ So here is the answer from God: ‘Through a... A what? Master!’

I am the Ocean of Love Come to Me

I am the River of Life Bathe in Me

I am more to you than the sunshine I am above space and time!

Rest in My bosom Then you'll know freedom

Rest in My loving arms Then you'll be far from harm.

You will then realize I am everything that you've ever desired I am everything that you've ever desired

Because...”
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