Tuesday, June 01, 2004

 

Rotation (Lotus-Ⅱ)

The golden moons
In the dewdrops in the weeds
Refracted a million times.
Billions of nights
In the nets of your dreams
Yet you are in chains,
Captive of this one night.

You millions of moons,
It's time right now to call up the parallel mornings.
Let this prisoner run!
You ships of the mornings,
Go load up the lists of the days.
Bring the traveller! Come!
Enter the myriad times.

Metamorphic cloud
Multiplies in random transformation,
A metaphor for birth.
Your birthdays expand,
Rhyming the infinite possibilities,
This universe rhymes.
Your moment!
Unexplainable in a thousand years.
Echoing!
Echoing to all the moons.

Bloom, you lotuses
Reflecting Your Every Universe one after another
Like the reincarnation.
Bloom, you lotuses
Releasing the echoes of a thousand years
In every second.

The far past,
The far present and even tomorrow will be here
Right now, every golden day.
Remember the gold
Which indwells in you,
Release billions of glorious nights!

Like the stars
Scattered across the sky,
You, Your Every Universe, recorded
In every single flower sprinkled over this field.

Bloom, you lotuses
Reflecting Your Every Universe one after another
Like the reincarnation.
Bloom, you lotuses
Releasing the echoes of a thousand years
In every second.



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