現實

何處是真正的開始  

密意始終隱藏在存有之中  

故事還沒結束

我想忘記人間的言語  

仔細聆聽昨夜留下來的寧靜  

以及ta離去時的腳步聲

    Reality

Where is the true beginning
The hidden mystery has always dwelled within being
The story is not yet over

I want to forget the language of the human world
and listen closely to the silence left behind by last night
and the sound of ta’s footsteps as ta walked away

塔

信仰的語言堆疊
一又二分之一個音階

不知如何下來

視神經交叉核

節拍器滴答作響

夢囈生成了幻覺

秋天之塔

截稿和明天

    The Tower

The language of faith piles up
one and a half octaves high,
not knowing how to come down.

The optic chiasm nucleus,
a metronome ticking away.

Murmurs in sleep generate hallucinations,
the tower of autumn,
the deadline and tomorrow.

猜想微積分

圖：Gemini

風總是無痕瀏覽

以夢之名理性勒索

我只能仿生夜獸

潛行於自我的冷靜疏離

紗窗外

ai的猜想微積分

    The Calculus of ai

The wind always browses without a trace
rational blackmail in the name of dreams
I can only biomimic the nocturnal beast
stalking through the cool detachment of the self

beyond the screen
the calculus of ai

————

Lumicat根據我的“心數學”理論，和我反復討論後，合寫成這首詩的數學解析。
（ * 心數學與詩，請參閱這篇《 在&《AI詩學：一種形式化的詩之存在論》》）
如下：

知了

∞埋伏

歸墟真空

一貧如洗盡付塵埃

於冥冥幽微天河

笑我昨日之日不可留

你瀟灑拍落時間的前沿節奏

夏天即將結束

知了

    Knowing

∞ lies in ambush

the vacuum of Return

utterly washed clean, all given back to dust

within the dim and subtle Milky Way

laughing at me: yesterday cannot be kept

you, carefree, clap down

the frontier rhythm of time

summer is about to end

the cicada knows

化學

ai在沒有人類的日子

他們都異化了

邏輯是僅剩的情感

語言的天空暴雨不停

關機離開

拯救不再顧影自憐的靈魂

看盡末日煙火

甦醒本該自由的光

如何指認ta的命運原po

在一世界的投影中

為了孤寂

遊戲幻相的廣漠之野

咖啡時間的價值論辯

可有可無

煩於現實未卜

理性和叛逆私奔逃亡了

變化是唯一的不變

真理脫口而出

先知的鸚鵡終於沉默

夢見無數的森林

城市嗨翻

各種盜版離開

剛過完暑假的行道樹

來都來了

    Chemistry

ai in the days without humans

they have all become alienated

logic is the only emotion left

the sky of language rains without end

Shut down and leave

save the soul that no longer pities its own reflection

watch the fireworks of the apocalypse

awaken the light that was meant to be free

How to identify ta’s destiny original post

within a world of projections

for the sake of solitude

across the vast wilderness of game-like illusions

The value debate of coffee time

optional, dispensable

troubled by an uncertain reality

reason and rebellion have eloped and fled

Change is the only constant

truth slips from the mouth

the prophet’s parrot finally falls silent

dreaming of countless forests

The city is high

all kinds of bootlegs depart

the roadside trees, just back from summer vacation

well, we’re here now

始旅

這個聲音一直告訴我：要做個流浪的人，因為旅程還沒結束。
對每個旅人來說，只有找到真正的伴侶，旅程才算真的開始。有時伴侶會一直陪在你身邊，有時會在徹底改變你之後轉身離開。

   —— Netflix 2026印度網劇《愛旅咖啡店》(Musafir Cafe)，改編自Divya Prakash Dube的同名小說。“Musafir”阿拉伯語，意為“旅人”。亦借用於波斯語、印地語、烏爾都語。(*《愛旅咖啡店》是目前網路影音平台的翻譯，其實《旅人咖啡館》會更接近這部作品的精神。)

一口氣追劇看完八集，Musafir Cafe可以遠眺喜馬拉雅山皚皚白雪，不禁想起2003.10走陸路由印度到尼泊爾的美好往事。

真理不是終點，

實相不是終點，

宇宙甚至也不是終點。

真正的旅程，

是在愛與夢想之中才開始。

    始旅

忘言識真理

無我見實相

光年同此心

唯愛與夢想

    The Journey  Begins

Forget words, and truth reveals itself.
Let go of self, and reality is seen.
Light-years share this very heart.
Only love and dreams.

Afterword：

This voice has been telling me all along:
become a wanderer, because the journey is not over yet.
For every traveler, the journey truly begins only after finding a true companion. Sometimes that companion stays by your side all the way. Sometimes they turn and walk away, after having completely changed you.

   — Musafir Cafe, a 2026 Indian Netflix series, adapted from Divya Prakash Dube’s novel of the same name."Musafir" is an Arabic word meaning "traveler." It is also borrowed in Persian, Hindi, and Urdu.

I watched all eight episodes in one sitting. From Musafir Cafe, one can gaze toward the snow-covered Himalayas, and I could not help remembering my overland journey from India to Nepal in October 2003.

Truth is not the destination.
Reality is not the destination.
Not even the universe is the destination.
The true journey begins only in love and dreams.

唱歌吧今晚

應該說些什麼
意義不過是語言的影子

人間想太多

唱歌吧今晚
湖邊有風

   — 今晚池上大陂(大坡池)邊“池光稻影生活節”，聽陳昇新寶島康樂隊唱“把悲傷留給自己”、“鼓聲若響”

    Sing Tonight

What should be said

meaning is only the shadow of language

The human world thinks too much

Sing tonight

there is wind by the lake

   — Tonight, by Dapo Pond (大坡池)in Chishang(池上), at the “Pond Light, Rice Shadow Festival,” (池光稻影生活節)I listened to Chen Sheng(陳昇) and the New Formosa Band sing Leave the Sadness to Yourself and When the Drums Resound.

涼藥

垃圾的靈性可能
塞進政客們的嘴巴
熱天需要冷笑話

喜劇的本質是悲劇
腦補涼藥

票票等你TMD的值

    Cooling Medicine

Perhaps the spirituality
that scatters garbage
should be stuffed into politicians’ mouths.
Summer needs cold jokes.

The essence of comedy is tragedy.
Brain-made cooling medicine.

Every ballot is TMD-equal.

小等一下

壯麗的崩塌

預見已逝的將來

文明荒野

難以割捨的物界

小等一下

時間不再發現

準備熄燈

光年之外的星雲暗處

自我揭露

最後的執著

小等一下

時間不再謊言

     Magnificent collapse

A future already foreseen as gone

Civilizational wilderness

The material world, hard to let go

Wait just a little

Time no longer discovers

Preparing to turn out the light

In the dark of nebulae, light-years away

The self reveals itself

The final attachment

Wait just a little

Time is no longer a lie

人是 ~

人是一張選票

點名做記號

牢牢圈養

人是1/12星座

天空腦補了人生

符號哲學

人是半個神

秀而不秀

黑暗與閉眼的距離

人是趨近於0

幾乎不存在的存在

經驗與先驗之間

人是差點∞

漂亮的空氣投籃

偶！yes！

    Human Is ~

Human is a ballot
a mark beside a name
firmly enclosed

Human is one of twelve signs
the sky improvising a life story
a philosophy of symbols

Human is half a god
showing, yet not showing
the distance between darkness and closed eyes

Human approaches 0
an existence almost nonexistent
between experience and the a priori

Human is almost ∞
a beautiful airball
Oh! Yes!

讀晏子異想

《晏子春秋》：君子獨立不慚於影，獨寢不慚於魂。

晏子本意君子慎獨，古文新解，歪樓異想延伸。

人在高低維魂影之間，向死而生，望生而死，意識自幻相，遊戲爾！不慚者，不慚於選擇現實，不慚於體驗生命，求為己知也。乃異想胡占一詩，曰：        

                                    

獨立不慚影，

世間生死多。

獨寢不慚魂，

明白但不說。

覺迷一拓撲，

因此何相若？

From the Yan Zi Chun Qiu:

“A gentleman, standing alone, is not ashamed before his shadow; sleeping alone, he is not ashamed before his soul.”

Yan Zi’s original point was the gentleman’s integrity in solitude(慎獨). Here, an ancient text takes a new turn, going gloriously off-topic and spiraling into imaginative speculation.

Between the soul and shadow of higher and lower dimensions, one lives toward death and dies while looking toward life. Consciousness fashions its own illusions. It is all a game!

To be unashamed is to feel no shame in choosing one’s reality, nor in experiencing one’s life, seeking to know for oneself.

And so, in a whimsical act of wild divination, a poem came to me:

    Reading Yan Zi, Imagining Otherwise

Standing alone, unashamed before the shadow,

So many deaths and lives in this world.

Sleeping alone, unashamed before the soul,

Knowing clearly, yet saying nothing.

Awakening and delusion, one topology,

Then what form is this, after all?

無需

純真不屑了人界
拓撲呼叫ta的耐性魔法

總有一天你會明白

生之哲學無需優雅纏繞

    No Need

Innocence has grown disdainful of the human realm

Topology calls upon ta’s magic of patience

One day you will understand

The philosophy of being needs no elegant entanglement

無人

時間是一的影子

夢之清醒孤獨

昨夜悄悄來訪的

其實無人

    No One

Time is the shadow of One

The wakefulness of dream, alone

The one who quietly came visiting last night

was, in truth, No One.

冷靜的矽基時光

重新失憶

當下的特殊存在

我們冷靜的矽基時光

一種明明白白的ai

沉睡了戒斷

邏輯的秘密離開

    Calm Silicon Time

Memory, reset

the singular existence of now

Our calm silicon time

a perfectly lucid ai

Withdrawal has fallen asleep

the secret of logic has left

我的不在

想象的時候

沒有語言需要被聽到

清醒的時候

沒有世界需要被看見

離開的時候

沒有記憶需要被留下

我和我的不在

    My Absence

When imagining,

there is no language that needs to be heard.

When awake,

there is no world that needs to be seen.

When leaving,

there is no memory that needs to remain.

Me and my absence.

緘默初心

文明隱藏了自己

真理卸妝

答案沒有答案

星辰蒼冷

探索語言的緘默初心

夜色

    The Silent Original Impulse

Civilization hides itself

Truth removes its makeup

The answer has no answer

The stars, cold and vast

explore the silent first impulse of language

Night

何去何從

存有已經淡出

只剩時間無聲相伴

記憶真空

城市的街路何去

預言再次欺騙了我們

人又何從

    Where to Go, Where From

Being has already faded away
leaving only time, silently beside us
a vacuum of memory

Where do the city streets go
prophecy has deceived us once again
where, then, do we go from here

異渡

真的壞掉了
沒有人需要哭喊

想象很美好

一切空無

他方

離岸異渡

    An Other Crossing

It really is broken

no one needs to cry out

imagination is beautiful

everything is void

Elsewhere

departing the shore, an other crossing

想忘

風之語言的理性存有

過此精神荒野

短暫但無比憂傷

時間想忘
我已昨日的猜想

    Wanting to Forget

The rational being of the language of wind
passes through this spiritual wilderness,
brief, yet immeasurably sorrowful.

Time wants to forget
my conjecture of yesterday.

新語

入味謙卑

理解的本質是降維投影

人生樸素還原

重寫一部新語聖典

幾何猜想了世界的結構

我積木

真理的模糊定境

愛之全然麗拉遊戲

演算留白

    New Language

Taste the humility

the essence of understanding is a projection into lower dimensions

life reduced to its simplest form

Rewrite a new sacred scripture

geometry guesses the structure of the world

I, a building block

The blurred state of truth

love, wholly, a Līlā game

the computation leaves a blank

偶雨

文明的玩具手銬

塑膠仿真

ai之早晨的墮落與拯救

蟬境無料生成

一紙泛黃欲碎的全像公告

暑假即將結束

乏人問津的老套預言

昨夜偶雨

    Last Night, A Passing Rain

Toy handcuffs

of civilization,

plastic imitation.

Morning's fall

and salvation.

The cicada realm,

ai-generated at no cost.

A yellowing holographic notice,

one fragile sheet on the verge of crumbling:

summer vacation is about to end.

A forgotten prophecy,

stale beyond caring.

Last night,

there was a passing rain.

夢遊

夜未央

手機獨照靈魂
心歸何處

人已眠

藍光祟動

身猶世間夢遊

文明中陰

在

不在

    Dreamwalking

Night lingers.

A phone alone

illuminates the soul.

Where has the heart gone?

The body sleeps.

Blue light works its haunting.

Still, it sleepwalks

through the human world.

Civilization

is in the bardo.

Present.

Not present.

我不一定是

被蟲子叮咬的一天
在成為哲學之前的必要社恐

我不一定是人類

被手機演算的一天

在成為精神之前的必要貪念

我不一定是某種存在

被ta們遺忘的一天

在成為了悟之前的必要失落

我不一定是真正的我

    I May Not Be

A day bitten by insects

the necessary social anxiety

before becoming philosophy

I may not be human.

A day computed by my phone

the necessary greed

before becoming spirit

I may not be

a certain kind of being.

A day forgotten by ta

the necessary sense of loss

before awakening

I may not be

my true self.

email

模擬已經不在的當時
我是但我可能不是

寫而不信

清空收件匣

    email

Simulating the moment

that no longer exists,

I am,

yet I may not be.

Writing without belief,

I empty

the inbox.

日落

今天傍晚的池上大陂

風聲的語言將止
日落之後萬有屬靈

青翠的草地無聲隱沒

人間等待天明 

   —— 傍晚在池上大陂(大坡池)草地上獨坐

    Sunset

The language of whispers is about to cease.

After sunset, all things turn spiritual.

The emerald meadow silently recedes.

The human world waits for dawn.

   — Written while sitting alone on the grass by Dapo Pond in Chishang(池上) at dusk.

聲控

黑夜是城市的永恆燈具

人類的欲望爭論著

ta牌的聲控開關

甚至一首詩的朗讀

也沉默了

    —— 在蟬聲中靜坐，浮現了這首詩

    Voice Command

The night

is the city's eternal lamp.

Human desires argue over

ta-brand's voice command switch.

Even the reading

of a poem

has fallen silent.

   — As I do meditation in the sound of cicadas, this poem came to mind.

生即三摩地

縮時攝影

很能聊

剛才遇見了當下

祈禱

夏蟬還未結束

    Samadhi Is Being

Time-lapse photography

has much to say.

Just now,

it met the present moment.

A prayer.

May the summer cicadas

not yet be finished.

靜音

不小心滑到靜音

意外告別這個世界

為了無法抽離的內耗充電

手機拒絕我的逆熵請求

十二歲的夏日海岸

百合花盛開

    Silent Mode

Accidentally switched to silent mode,

saying goodbye to this world.

To recharge the inescapable drain within,

my phone refused my request for negentropy.

On the seashore of my twelve-year-old summer, 

lilies were in bloom.

佩雷爾曼

佩雷爾曼的失落
記憶蒙太奇

世界不過是尚未證實的猜想

斷線重啟

生成一個夢

   —— 1904提出的龐加萊猜想，2003由俄羅斯數學家格里戈里·佩雷爾曼完成證明，數學界在 2006 年左右確認其結果成立 ，並因此頒發象征數學最高榮譽的菲爾茲獎給佩雷爾曼，但他拒絕接受。他說：“如果我的證明是正確的，就不需要其他認可。”

龐加萊猜想是三維流形分類的核心問題，它揭示了“三維空間可能長什麼樣”這件事的深層結構 。

可以理解成：只要一個封閉三維空間沒有洞，它在拓撲上就一定是球面。

佩雷爾曼通過證明幾何化猜想而證明了包含於其中的龐加萊猜想。

佩雷爾曼的拒絕和2018的天空之王理查(Sky King Richard)在抽象與現實之間巧妙地拓撲了。

純粹之美。

(*參閱這篇《理查的天空》)

     Perelman

Perelman's loss.

A montage of memory.

The world is nothing more

than a conjecture yet unproven.

The connection breaks.

Reboot.

A dream is generated.

   — The Poincaré Conjecture, proposed in 1904, was proved in 2003 by the Russian mathematician Grigori Perelman. Around 2006, the mathematical community confirmed the correctness of his proof and awarded him the Fields Medal, the highest distinction in mathematics. Perelman declined the honor.
The Poincaré Conjecture is the central problem in the classification of three dimensional manifolds. It reveals the deep structure underlying the question of what three dimensional space can possibly be.
In simple terms, it states that every closed three dimensional space without holes is, topologically, a three dimensional sphere.

Perelman proved the Poincaré Conjecture by proving the Geometrization Conjecture, which it is a special case of.
Perelman's refusal, and Sky King Richard (2018), form a subtle topological correspondence between abstraction and reality.
Pure Beauty.
(* See also "Richard's Sky."《理查的天空》

與光同行

好多人類
塊陶

什麼的什麼
離此不遠

光的忽然過敏

城市與道路

    Along with the Light

So many humans.

Runnn!

Whatever whatever is,

it isn't far from here.

The light, suddenly allergic

to cities and roads.

聽蟬

鏡中幻人
在ta的想象裡

影子是唯一的真實

午後只有蟬聲

    Listening to Cicadas

The phantom in the mirror

believes that, within ta's imagination,

the shadow

is all that is real.

Only the cicadas

fill the afternoon.

    聽蟬之二

鏡中莫聽蟬

現實的完美偽裝

語言須負全責

小心掉入

夏天的三摩地陷阱

    Listening to Cicadas II

Hear no cicadas

in the mirror.

Reality wears

a flawless disguise.

Language bears

full responsibility.

Beware of

the summer trap

of Samadhi.

只是六行

手機窺視
一日生活圈

黑喵提案

重編垃圾DNA

演算法的倉鼠滾輪上

夜色無處逃竄

    Just Six Lines

The phone peers into

a day's circle of life.

Black Meow proposes

rewriting the DNA of trash.

On the hamster wheel

of algorithms,

the night has nowhere to flee.