Stay under the bodhi-tree

[Nguy]

In the morning when the sun rise slowly over the horizon. I sit down on the ground and quiet watching the bodhi-tree by the river. In the silent background, the darkness is moving through at the dawn, the leaves just flutter, great delight. Under sunlight. On reality. The branch and leaves of bodhi-tree just seems to quit a block of deeply sombre, of lonely life, of far away. Then the bright sun dance on the leaves, the fog cleared under the hot sun. And there is a peculiar quality of the fog imbibe into the ego, into the roots, into beingness. The leaves again flutter, dance, rejoice with the bright of life in the sunrise.

As the sun rises a little highter, the hot summer gradually drops become flames in sky, it seem always burned all the universe. At the moment, the shadow of bodhi-tree are blooming as a flower in a open out. Under shadow, the tree is deep abiding security, the tree is life enegry, the tree is beingness, the tree has human dignity.

By the midday, I sit under shadow of tree. I reached out and touch its bark. I realize the bodhi-tree has a life of being sensitive. I realize the bodhi-tree has a ego. I realize the bodhi-tree has talking sounds. But this sound is not the of bird chattering, not the breeze of wind that flutters the leaves, not waves breaking on the river. There is a life force within the tree and it’s said that, I am here, I am a tree, I am bodhi-tree, I have a life with you.

And that realize! The feeling of relationship with naturally. The feeling of discovery of beingness. The feeling of Creator. They bring my mind to a deadline of sun, to a Absolute to the Nothingness.

Towards the evening when the western skies are lit up by the setting sun, the tree gradually becomes sombre, dark, closing in on itself. The sky has become red, yellow, green, but the tree remains quiet, hidden, and is resting for the night.

And as the blackness covers the night, the bodhi-tree sunk in dark, and wait another day for fresh life.

[Nguy]

Moderators please remove my topic to the right place if I writted it in wrong place.

[108 fountains]

Nguy,

I thought this was a beautiful thought, beautifully expressed. I always stand in admiration of non-native English speakers, especially non-Europeans, who can express themselves in English so well. I can speak a couple of Asian language, but my ability to write in a foreign language is so feeble, I wouldn't even attempt it. So you have my full respect in your efforts.

On the other hand, errors in grammar, syntax, and even word choice do stand out, and I think the piece could be improved with judicious edits by a native English speaker. I've taken the liberty to attempt to do that below. I apologize if that is presumptuous on my part and will delete this post if it is offensive to you. I am offering my attempts at a re-write only because I really love what you did and thought I might help improve it while keeping as close as possible to your original words and ideas.


Stay under the Bodhi-tree

In the morning when the sun rises slowly over the horizon, I sit down on the ground and quietly watch the bodhi-tree by the river. In the silent background, the darkness diminishes with the dawn, and the leaves of the bodhi-tree flutter in great delight. Anticipating sunlight, awaiting the reality of day, the branches and leaves of the bodhi-tree seem be emerging from a deep, somber, lonely life far away. Now the bright sunbeams dance on its leaves, and the fog clears under the hot sun. A peculiar quality of the fog that remains is imbibed into the roots of the bodhi-tree, into its ego, into its being. The leaves again flutter, dance, and rejoice with the bright light of life in the sunrise.

As the sun rises a little higher, it becomes as a ball of flames in the hot summer sky burning the entire universe, and the shadows of the bodhi-tree bloom below like flowers opening their petals. Within its shadows, the tree exudes a deep, abiding security, the tree flows with life energy, the tree becomes beingness, the tree possesses existential dignity.

At midday, I sit under the shadow of the tree. I reach out and touch its bark. I realize the bodhi-tree has a soul. I realize the bodhi-tree has a self. I realize the bodhi-tree has talking sounds. But the sounds are not the sounds of birds chattering among its branches, nor the sounds of the windy breeze that flutters in its leaves, nor are they the sounds of the rushing of the river. The sounds are those of the life force within the tree saying I am here, I am a tree, I am the bodhi-tree, and I share life with you.

And that realization! That feeling of kinship with nature! The feeling of the discovery of being! The feeling of oneness with the Creator! My mind grasps the limits set by the sun, from the Absolute to utter Nothingness.

Towards the evening, when the western skies are lit up by the setting sun, the tree gradually becomes somber and dark, closing in on itself. The sky has become red, yellow and green, but the tree remains quiet, hidden, and is resting for the night.

And as the blackness covers the night, the bodhi-tree sinks into darkness, awaiting the fresh life of another day.

[Nguy]

Nguy,

I thought this was a beautiful thought, beautifully expressed. I always stand in admiration of non-native English speakers, especially non-Europeans, who can express themselves in English so well. I can speak a couple of Asian language, but my ability to write in a foreign language is so feeble, I wouldn't even attempt it. So you have my full respect in your efforts.

On the other hand, errors in grammar, syntax, and even word choice do stand out, and I think the piece could be improved with judicious edits by a native English speaker. I've taken the liberty to attempt to do that below. I apologize if that is presumptuous on my part and will delete this post if it is offensive to you. I am offering my attempts at a re-write only because I really love what you did and thought I might help improve it while keeping as close as possible to your original words and ideas.

Thank 108 fountains for your help!

I am learning English, and my English is not good.

Your help is greatly appreciated for me.