那些謎樣的是日已過

生命是一種三摩地，

了悟的捨離當下，

是現實人間在精神世界裡的消融無我。

思想是一首詩，

詩的意境和內涵，
是精神世界在現實人間裡的呼吸生活。

時間是一紙空白想象，

遊戲翻頁了我們，

忘記曾經悼念的那些謎樣的是日已過。

    Those Enigmatic Bygone Days

Life is a samadhi,

Enlightenment is the relinquishment of the present—

A dissolution of self where the earthly realm merges into the spiritual world.

Thought is a poem,

Its essence and imagery,

Are the breathing life of the spiritual world within the reality of human existence.

Time is a blank page of imagination,

The game turns our pages,

Making us forget those enigmatic bygone days we once mourned.