The process of waking up

Zen Poem by Phi Tuyet

First day back home after a long, beautiful journey along the beach

I woke up in the pure sounds of the birds and found myself drowning in the bliss of the emptiness

and couldn’t remember who I am…

So I took a deep breath-in, closed my eyes and walking slowly to the inner world

Centuries passing by while I was laying down on bed quietly looking into the mind and waking up memories that would remind me of who I was

And that was how I started thinking of you: the first silhouette appearing from my mind’s fog, your shining smile, the soft touch of your brown eyes when they looked at me, words you had said, movements of your fingers on my skin, warmth of your breath… when I was around!

Yes, seemed like once I was around…

Memories are as blurry as smoke but your smile was the sunlight and your breath was the winds pushing carrying the smoke away

Memories running back like a warm-vapor-flood took over my mind then overwhelmed my heart

Swimming in the pleasant of the warm-flood flow, I remembered again, who I am and why I am here

I am nothing but juat a reminder

I am here to remind you about how beautiful

and how meaningful your very-being is,

to me

and to many more…

!!!

!!!

Phi Tuyet, 05/04/2025

And that is how I wake up every morning

with a smile on my face,

no matter where I am,

and you will never know…

There is always someone who loves you silently!