我踩了一下自己的影子。

天下來
坐不下

觀自在櫈上

My Soul

My soul can tell no tales and knows no truths,
my soul can only cry and laugh and wring its hands;
my soul cannot remember and defend,
my soul cannot consider or approve.
As a child I saw the sea: it was blue.
In my youth I met a flower: she was red.
Now a stranger sits by my side: he is colorless,
but I fear him no more than the virgin feared the dragon.
The knight came upon the virgin, red and white,
but I have dark rings under my eyes.

From Love & Solitude, selected poems by Edith Södergran. Bilingual centennial edition. Translated by Stina Katchadourian. Fjord Press, 1992.

right before she died. thanks for your poem from finland.

feeling lost, dunno when i started to exist, dunno where, who I am...blank for a short moment (3 seconds) in the brain...and started to panic as I don't feel i exist before and now.

then i put that secret into the hole.



my next work will be.
what?

心在動
風在動
幡在動

心不動
風在動
幡在動

見山是山是山
見山不是山是山
不如不見山



生時是
死序。

剎
那一片天。
黑
夜沒沈下
。
忘了不
？
寂
。

小島那邊，五月的記憶。
還有，旅途愉快。

還沒有消逝。

還沒有發生。