BY THE  BUDDHA CHAPTER - Q3 
(At  Hanh Lam  and where Sujātā dedicates milk)

The Sangha  is crossing the Ni Lien River

We  stopped at the north bank of the Ni Lien River. Each convenient tent   was erected on a dry field, not far from  Hanh Lam , where the  ancientBodhisattva  and the five brothers  Tran Kieu Tran as  practicing . We  need to stay here four, five days to  worship  the  relics around the Bodhgaya.

The weather is cold. Several groups of people are burning the night  quiet (maybe because of the cold the Su could not sleep). My body in the doctor, as if dreaming as I hear the sound of water flowing from the river fence. A few paddles flutter, knock on the boat. Water from the top by the paddle falls  back to  the river, cups ... I see a lean body, only skin and bones. People sit quietly in  the  wildmountains . A voice full of magic, illusory or take up: "Is worth it! Come back to the  happy life   of a  Crown Prince . He will die without anything. Give up ,  give up. " exhausted  but still sitting  dignified , eyes not open. He said: "Stop the  sugar , I know you,  Mara , but you  say the right  one. I will die without  achieving anything if even  austerity  this. Come  back  to the throne of your darkness. " Wind through. Each blade leaves. The forest just  returned  quietly there was a loud sound. Sounds  low, not hear the tone. The sound  from low to high, so that the princess suddenly something is broken. Then  the sound  slowly turned to just right . The melody is melodious, melodious like the  music of the sky  in the darkness ... He  opened his eyes  and  smiled . Without saying anything, he slowly walked towards the river. The water surface of the river was sparkling, soft as the golden silk of Kashmir. Six long years of  austerity ,  patience  ends the pain of body, tonight, he understood. The moon floats silver, shining soothing light. Gently let go, let go Down to  the moon  below.

Many dew falls, wet camp tents. The cold seeps into me, waking me  up . Oh! A dream  of magic . I get up and I cry!

Went in late  last year , green rice rattled the ground. The rice paddies are high. Muddy soil reminiscent of  home . Some of the fields have yellow flowers. The high-pitched cabbage  falls down  the aisle. From the river, across the field  we went  to visit the place where  old  Sujātā sacrificed  Buddha  bowl porridge milk. The scene  is simple,  simple . A small temple with a  walk  around. Two rustic statues are decorated for  people to  worship . The image  is as brief as: about Sujātā gentlemen gentle kneeling under the  Bodhisattva. She offered to "The  Spirit  Radiant"  food  that I had  painstakingly prepared. Surely she did not know, some of that food is the  cause of  the miraculous  contribution to create the greatest personality between  the three . Fruit treasure  this morning she received  extremely  brilliant  throughout thousands sacred. We  ranked by  reciting a time period. The wind brought the bronze wool over each old worn sheet. Tears on y. Tears in the eyes. Huong King in  soul  soothing,  simplicity .

I serve little real character, left wheel just received from a delegation of  pilgrims Thais for those  beggars  around. The delegation  again  to the far. Looking back to the shrine again I quietly recited two verses of his master:

A little heart  tomorrow  is white powder 
Point of life who know the color!

  

END=NAM MO SAKYAMUNI BUDDHA.( 3 TIMES ).VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY=THICH CHAN TANH.THE MIND OF ENLIGHTENMENT.VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST NUN=GOLDEN LOTUS MONASTERY=AUSTRALIA,SYDNEY.3/6/2018.