The Mind Sound From Nowhere

Might the sound “OM” from Hindu monks wake the nothingness up in the morning at Bodhgaya’s Wall and wake humans up from dreams?

Not a long time after that, when   the   sun rays   shine through the Bodhi leaves, runs   through the nothingness is 

the time when pilgrims queue to enter the Sanctuary, booming the chaotic sound from normal lives breaking into   the quiet place. 

 “Oh, Bodhgaya!”

Someone said that the word reminds an anonymous Japanese poet from Matsushima islands, who wrote a funny poem containing only 2 words: “Oh! Matsushima!”The poem was especially admired. The poet was obviously amazed by what he was observing at the moment; the beauty itself displayed what all can be said was its name before being fallen into the nothing.
Where the hermit Siddhattha   respectfully meditated for forty nine days and became Anuttara- samyaksambodhi, now becomes the nothingness renovated by the new constructions. Forty-nine days of   studying and seven weeks after, the 

silence flew to the nothingness   obviously. There is no clinging to enlightenment   status, when the curtain of triumph is drawn, the world is awakened, still it cannot be found the existence of the supreme Bodhi. Since where there is life, there is   death, which is the nothingness is difficult to explain amongst the “sentient realm":

The one who wins, not the one who loses, 

The one who walks in the world

Without traces of victory

Buddha's world is vast.

Who uses his feet to follow? 

Who leaves in no trace?

(Dhp 179)

The ones who are willing to follow  the footsteps (which cannot be found) of the Sugata must follow the Stoic spirit with unchangeable   rules, to reach the Pure living life,   seeking for enlightenment with the simplest life of a hermit, a humble bonze, a mendicant monk: 

Assets are not stored up, 

Eat and drink wisely, 

Be at peace in the world, 

Be empty, formless, liberated 

Like a bird in the sky, 

Their direction is hard to find. 

(Dhp 92)

We cannot wish for more than the   chaos of this life and this world. In his mind, the hermit found the light from the end of the dark tunnel, that light is from the silence of the nothingness, despite the noise around which can disturb the mind of who is meditating:

How happily we live
No messing things up, amongst messing life
Amongst thrilling people
We live, no thrill.
(Dhp 199)

This Dharma reminds us of   Beethoven. As many people know,   he was fully deaf in his last days. But this status releases a unique thing   from deep inside him, a free mind. One hundred years later, everyone   listens to Symphony No.9 and praises it as a heavenly masterpiece   with the notes from an Angel beside God.

The world disappears when we enter by listening to the nothingness. That's the sound from nowhere.  What is it? A deep breath with the mind to accept the silence – which   doesn’t need too many conditions to be included – we find joy from inside. That joy merges with the quietness from this life, though the life is very chaotic at the moment. The precious gift is how we become Basho poetry to be able to write poets praising our own lives after feeling the sound from nowhere:

The old pond
The frog jumps onto
The water echoes. 
(Basho).  

Tâm Cung
Translated into English by Mai Thao Nguyen