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Tìm về cõi Vô Danh
Chúng ta đang sống trong một thế giới xô bồ, nơi vạn vật đều bị ép phải có một cái tên, một chỗ đứng, một giá trị định lượng để mang ra cân đo đong đếm. Giữa sự đua chen của cõi nhân sinh ấy, tôi viết những vần thơ này như một cách để tự tạo cho mình — và cho cả người đọc — một chốn dung thân. Đó có thể chỉ là một góc nhỏ để pha trà, hay một mái hiên với vạt nắng lưng chừng để ta tựa vào che chắn những lúc tâm hồn mệt nhoài vì giông bão.
Bởi vạn vật vốn dĩ không lời, khi ta thôi phán xét và thôi định danh, vạn vật mới bắt đầu lên tiếng...
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We live in a bustling world where all things are forced to bear a name, a place, and a quantifiable value to be weighed and measured. Amidst the endless strife of this mortal realm, I write these verses to create a sanctuary—for myself, and for the reader. It might merely be a quiet corner to brew tea, or a veranda bathed in half-faded sunlight, offering shelter when the soul grows weary from life's storms.
For all things are inherently wordless; only when we cease to judge and cease to name, do they truly begin to speak...
Loại dự án
Poem
Ngày
09/2026
Địa điểm
VietNam, HCMC.

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Tìm về cõi Vô Danh

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Nameless - A Few Words of Preface
A stray line waiting by the quiet way,
I gently gather for a kindred mind,
In hopes our wandering souls might intertwine,
To color the flowers and fragrance the world.
I gently gather for a kindred mind,
In hopes our wandering souls might intertwine,
To color the flowers and fragrance the world.

02
Touch
The universe is silent, born untold,
Yet human names divide the mortal sphere.
Let go of distant dreams and worlds of old,
Touch the pure essence- all attachments fade.
Yet human names divide the mortal sphere.
Let go of distant dreams and worlds of old,
Touch the pure essence- all attachments fade.

03
Silence
Speaking much turns to emptiness
Better to be a leaf drifting far into the wind.
While they seek the vast unknown,
I find a quiet corner to brew my tea.
Better to be a leaf drifting far into the wind.
While they seek the vast unknown,
I find a quiet corner to brew my tea.

04
Emptiness
A brush in hand to paint the boundless void,
A shoreless ocean on a page of white.
No need for heavy strokes or shades deployed,
Just empty space to wait for kindred light.
A shoreless ocean on a page of white.
No need for heavy strokes or shades deployed,
Just empty space to wait for kindred light.

05
The Eaves
Half-faded sunlight rests upon the eaves,
Oh, leave unnamed the drooping peach blossom bough.
The bustling world of endless strife,
I only ask to sit with impermanence.
Oh, leave unnamed the drooping peach blossom bough.
The bustling world of endless strife,
I only ask to sit with impermanence.

06
The Sprout
In search of truths so distant and profound,
I missed the tender sprout beside my door.
Now planting new seeds in this garden.
Caring naught for illusions, nor for worldly fame
I missed the tender sprout beside my door.
Now planting new seeds in this garden.
Caring naught for illusions, nor for worldly fame
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