UNDER SEAL  blocking  - the United 8 
( worship  of  relics  in Vesali)

(From  Bodh Gaya to the  Rajgir (Vesali) long and 80 km  
from the  Rajgir (Rajgir) to Nalanda 12 km)

More than a month since our  departure , ourteam   camped at a forest clearing not far from the village. We  stopped at this place yesterday afternoon. After the real and the rest,  taking advantage of  the time  the sun  was warm,  people  in the village would like to water for washing and  shaving the hair . We  need to celebrate this morning before going to  visit the  monuments  in Vesālī.

After chanting and renunciation,  we  cleared the area before we  left . Already familiar fields of gold-even to improve, with monks in the group  certain  known trip  itinerary  should renamed "Going Through Season Improvements States" instead of "  Mark Chan  Buddhism". But whenever crossing the plains  brilliant yellow flowers, I always caught in his heart something new. I forget  mindfulness on every step. The  man's mind  drifts with memories at the far end of the horizon. There are my boy lon ton, the next thirty days sit next to the flower vinesthat  poetry. Where he shaped me  hunched  scarifying, sowing the mustard seeds  and tiny . Three days later, seed germination, green  feathers open . The small tree he spit to make raw vegetables, a little boiled with soup. He always leaves some of the best bunch, near the Lunar New Year. He often said "this place  to save , not to eat to collect the  seeds , next year there is something that sowed"; Of course, the boy I  heard  him, did not spit that bunch! House of three people: grandfather, grandmother and grandmother too  simple ,  spring to have more gold flowers-it will be beautiful! And know, the beautiful flowers that I hope will come back!

We  also saw a deer on the other side of the barley, far away from the Buffalo because they were big and black, but when they  came near  the horn they knew the deer. Deforestation, they live in the co-inhabitants. Seeing that we still  coolly strangers. Some three deer are  shy , they nestled behind their parents as if afraid of someone in  us  will suddenly rushed to hug it run away ... The land  we go through, the poor people, but they are not suffering. Perhaps, they are still missing pieces of rice to belly, missing piece to warm themselves, but  love  love,  respect For all life is always in the heart. They divided the birds of the sky into grains, dividing the wild animals with a peaceful one. Seeing the pleasures around her without  worry , they see  their life  full.

We  also arrived at Vesālī that afternoon. All camps in a vacant lot. As  designated by the leader or,  we  will stay here for three nights to  worship  the  relics  of Buddhist  places.

Vesālī was once a large city, crowded and ruled by a  prosperous  Republican  democracy  . The Buddha  has  been  here twice: the fifth and the  last  in  his life . This is also where the  marker  for the beginning of  the assembly of  Bhikkhus and nuns. Today Vesālī is defined as a land called Basadha, in the northern state of Bihar. Who do not, no scene, all was at this point marks  ruins  of  time , but  we're  not sad about this. We  came here not because of looking for  something of the   ancient illusion . Travel only for  us  to find the  meaning  true of wandering, du Prince, the first lesson of  a lifetime  to live  ascetic  Hanh simple, proletarian. We  spent two days to  turn  worship ,  chanting  and meditation at the  monument :  Chedi  Ānanda, pillar Asoka, lakes Markata-Hrida (Legend of the lake was 500 monkeys digging for water storage offerings to  Germany Buddha ), Licchavis tower (this is the  stupa  by Licchavi tribe  built  to  worship relics  of  the Buddha ), the fortress Visala (this is a  vestige  remains of the republic which served).

Early on the third day,  we  hugged the alms bowl in the village  . After receiving a bit of potato stew, hot japanese rice and rice  we  salute Vesālī without forgetting to send   deep gratitude to this arid, arid land.

"-  bowl bowl , thousands of houses 
play long miles away 
Green eyes, see the 
white clouds, ask the way

White clouds to remote domain 
Please stars homeless 
cake rice that outsider 
collusion  months days

The road  is all the way 
to go where they go 
Mile ceiling is not  known
Clouds sky flying  unconditioned ...! "

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.