我在光的海洋中乘著蟬唱的波舟衝浪
做了簡單而明快的冥想
在每一個時空起伏的瞬間
在每一個玄量漲落的小小宇宙裡
我不是這個
我不是那個
我不是一切
我只是祂的呼吸
—— 今天是七月第一個星期一的早晨，土想森林淹沒在滿山蟬唱的日光中。
I am only His breath
The first Monday morning of July,
I surfed the waves of cicada song
on a sea of light,
and practiced a simple, lucid meditation.
In every moment
when space and time rise and fall,
in every tiny universe
where the mysterious quantities ebb and flow,
I am not this.
I am not that.
I am not everything.
I am only His breath.
