Vietnam is a country that I have enjoyed visiting. I was looking at some picture I took on my last trip. These are pictures of the Mekong River. Reflecting on times on the river, I wrote a poem this morning.

The river was blue as sapphires.
There was nothing to do
but rest and look around.
Body and mind are lost together.

Above and beyond, I find sorrow.
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
I think I cannot go further.
And yet, only one koan matters.
Am I a person?