不存在的明白

融入了宇宙心靈
我不再是原來的我

無住生心

我活在一個三摩地中

融入了宇宙心靈

我又回到原來的我

無住生心

我看見角落裡的宇宙

融入了宇宙心靈

我變成其他的我

無住生心

我想起全部的剛才逝去

融入了宇宙心靈

我沒有了我

無住生心

我放下了本就不存在的明白

—— 土想森林滿8周年的第二天早晨，陽光燦爛，東北季風狂吹；人可以放下，放下那一切本就不存在的明白，隨風而去。

        The Illusory Clarity

Integrated into the cosmic mind,

I am no longer my former self.

Dwelling nowhere, the mind arises—

I live in a samadhi.

Integrated into the cosmic mind,

I return to my original self.

Dwelling nowhere, the mind arises—

I see the universe in a corner.

Integrated into the cosmic mind,

I become other selves.

Dwelling nowhere, the mind arises—

I remember all that just faded away.

Integrated into the cosmic mind,

I lose myself.

Dwelling nowhere, the mind arises—

I release the clarity that never existed.

       —— On the morning after Earthinkingh Towsiunn Forest’s 8th anniversary, sunlight blazed, the northeast monsoon roared; one can let go, let all that illusory clarity vanish with the wind.

自由如故

眾人圍觀風雨摧殘混沌
好哩嘉在不是我

何處可以重吐新芽

眾生觀想真理化作春泥

末日寒冬猶在

夢裡還有無盡的夢

眾神觀照世間繁華滅盡

白晝與黑夜遊戲著時光總想缺席

願你一切自由如故

          Free as Ever

Crowds watch the storm-battered chaos,

Thank goodness it’s not me.

Where can new buds breathe again?

All beings envision truth turning to spring soil,

Yet the apocalyptic winter persists.

Within dreams, endless dreams still unfold.

Gods gaze upon the world’s glory fading to nothing,

Day and night toy with time, always longing to abstain.

May you be as free as ever.

我想我還在

我想我記得

我想我知道
我想我明白

我想我沒有

我想我猶豫

我想我不想

我想我仍然

我想我一直

我想我還在

   I Think I'm Still Here

I think I remember

I think I know

I think I understand

I think I haven't

I think I hesitate

I think I don't want to

I think I still am

I think I always have been

I think I'm still here

沒有問題

我跟人類之間沒有問題
咖啡再苦再酸都OK

白開水也可以

我跟人類之間沒有問題

沒人理我我明白

那是一種愛你又不愛你的道德

我跟人類之間沒有問題

重要的事情一定要說三遍

昨天今天和明天

          No Problem

Between me and humans, no problem

Bitter or sour coffee is totally fine

Plain water works too

Between me and humans, no problem

Being ignored, I understand

It's a morality of loving-yet-not-loving

Between me and humans, no problem

Important things must be said thrice

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow

無意識的宇宙意識

對於已顯現的宇宙意識而言，永恆不變的變化是它最簡單的原理。這密合了三易原理的不易、變易、簡易。
對於未顯現的無意識的宇宙意識而言，不，我們甚至無法稱之為宇宙意識，它是不可道、不可名的，我們只能勉強說它是一個什麼叫做空或道或真理的東西。

這樣的宇宙意識或者說這樣的沒有宇宙意識，如果被想象為自我所覺知的對象 - 他者，那會是...它（他（祂（它...，也就是ham' ta中的ta。

ham'自，個體意識。

ta...它（他（祂（它...，宇宙整體意識的物心靈三個層面三而一、一而三的相變。

我是ta，ta是我。

而傳統的靈性哲學ham' so聚焦於自祂、上師相應法聚焦於自他、科學聚焦於自它。靈性科學時代的ham' ta可以更完整地表達ham' so背後要傳遞的宇宙物、心、靈三個層面含義。

（*更詳盡的ham' ta解，請參閱這篇《ham' ta》）

我來我離開

土想森林，今天滿八周年。從池上大陂（大坡池）看過去，就在白墻青瓦的法林寺丘陵後方的海岸山脈半山腰海拔406m處。有一天，人來了；有一天，人也將會離開。時間是宇宙為我們安排的必要行走的道路。

真理是靈魂的自我革命

眼前的世界如此廣闊

我來，我迷途彷徨

欲望是生命的永動機

已經過去的時間日漸遙遠

我離開，我不知要去向何方

        I Come, I Leave

Truth is the soul's self-revolution.

The world before my eyes is so vast.

I come,I wander lost and adrift.

Desire is life's perpetual motion.

Time that has passed grows ever more distant.

I leave,I know not where I am bound.

      —— One day,humanity arrived; one day, humanity will inevitably depart.

Time is the road that the universe has mapped out for us—the road we must travel.

醒來

讓人越陷越深的思想泥淖上
語言的落葉無痕掩蓋了生命必經的歧路

自我始終沉迷於意義的重力塌陷

那裡只有時間疲憊不堪的存在

幻相是唯一的真實

當你在森林的清晨微風中醒來

     —— 厭倦了思想的話術表演，詩是語言牢籠的直觀突圍。

           Awakening

Over the quagmire of thought that drowns us deeper

Fallen leaves of language veil without a trace the forked paths life must take

The self remains addicted to the gravitational collapse of meaning

Where only time exists in exhaustion

Illusion is the sole reality

When you awake to the dawn breeze in the forest

      —— Weary of the rhetorical performance of thought, poetry is an immediate breakout from the cage of language."

再過不久

再過不久，我將成為一個老人。一個法律上的老人，一個別人眼中的老人，一個別人為我起身讓座的老人。

再過不久，我將不再寫詩。以前很少人讀它，將來也是。它只是我安安靜靜不想被打擾的美好記憶。
再過不久，我將不再夢想悟道，只需孤獨前行，也只能前行，直到消失在未來的某一個神秘的時刻裡。

再過不久，世界不再有我。

再過不久，我將徹底自由。

        Before Long

Before long, I shall become an old man.

A legal senior, an elder in others' eyes,

One for whom people rise to offer their seats.

Before long, I shall cease to write poetry.

Few read it in the past, fewer will in the future —

It remains but a quiet memory, my sanctuary of solitude.

Before long, I shall dream no more of enlightenment,

Only walking alone in solitude. And yet walk I must,

Until vanishing at some mysterious moment in the future.

Before long, the world will hold no trace of me.

Before long, I shall be utterly free.

入戲太深

池上秋日田野

語言入戲太深，變成了思想。

夜晚入戲太深，變成了黑暗。

符號入戲太深，變成了魔法。
白晝入戲太深，變成了光明。

歡樂入戲太深，變成了喜悅。

人生入戲太深，變成了宿命。

憂鬱入戲太深，變成了痛苦。

信仰入戲太深，變成了真理。

香水入戲太深，變成了優雅。

我們入戲太深，變成了他們。

咖啡入戲太深，變成了品味。

他們入戲太深，變成了我們。

存在入戲太深，變成了世界。

未來入戲太深，變成了萬有。

恍惚入戲太深，變成了希望。

當下入戲太深，變成了空無。

   Too Deeply Immersed in the Role

Language, too deeply immersed in its role, becomes thought.

Night, too deeply immersed in its role, becomes darkness.

Symbols, too deeply immersed in their role, become magic.

Daylight, too deeply immersed in its role, becomes brilliance.

Joy, too deeply immersed in its role, becomes ecstasy.

Life, too deeply immersed in its role, becomes destiny.

Melancholy, too deeply immersed in its role, becomes agony.

Faith, too deeply immersed in its role, becomes truth.

Perfume, too deeply immersed in its role, becomes elegance.

We, too deeply immersed in our roles, become them.

Coffee, too deeply immersed in its role, becomes taste.

They, too deeply immersed in their roles, become us.

Existence, too deeply immersed in its role, becomes the world.

The future, too deeply immersed in its role, becomes omnipresence.

Trance, too deeply immersed in its role, becomes hope.

The present, too deeply immersed in its role, becomes void.

真實的旅行

時間無性繁殖
串起了空間的陰陽交媾

螺旋循環的遊戲中

黑夜是白日之母

白日是黑夜之父

我們是新生的無知小孩

時間度量了空間的演化

這樣或那樣

我們因為困惑而害怕

也因為好奇而探索

真理的藏寶圖只是一種信仰

唯有腳下的旅行是真實的

      —— 若問存在是什麼？拉丁諺語Solvitur ambulando說“問題在行走中獲得解決”，等效來看，則“存在即行走”。這便是道的真諦，道唯有在行走中當下存在。

（*等效，借用愛因斯坦的“等效原理”）

       The Real Journey

Time reproduces asexually,

Stringing together the copulation of yin and yang in space.

In the spiral cycle of games,

Night is the mother of day,

Day is the father of night.

We are the newborn ignorant children.

Time measures the evolution of space,

This way or that.

We fear because we are confused,

And explore because we are curious.

The treasure map of truth is but a belief—

Only the journey underfoot is real.

     —— If one asks what existence is, the Latin proverb Solvitur ambulando declares, "It is solved by walking." Equivalently, "to exist is to walk." This is the ultimate truth of the Dao—the Dao exists only in the immediate act of walking.

（*Equivalence, borrowing Einstein's "principle of equivalence"）

靈魂陣痛

像細胞分裂一樣的靈魂陣痛
我決然的離開了我自己

那是死亡與新生的臨界掙扎

哭喊真理的冷漠無情

渴望合一，又想探索未知的可能

像細胞分裂一樣的靈魂陣痛

我決然的離開了我自己

     —— 一部簡單平凡的精神傳記。它描繪的並非僅僅是一次偶然的情緒波動，而是一個靈魂在追求超越與成長的過程中，必然經歷的、充滿矛盾悖論的內在革命。

那是關於自我否定、關於面對絕對真理時的戰慄、關於在撕裂的痛楚中孕育新生的勇氣。

        Soul's Labor Pain

Like the labor pain of a cell dividing, a soul's labor pain,

I resolutely departed from myself.

It is the threshold struggle between death and rebirth,

Crying out against the cold,unfeeling nature of truth.

Yearning for unity,yet longing to explore unknown possibilities.

Like the labor pain of a cell dividing, a soul's labor pain,

I resolutely departed from myself.

      —— A succinct spiritual biography. It portrays not merely a fleeting emotional fluctuation, but an inner revolution—a necessary, paradox-riddled transformation that a soul must undergo in its pursuit of transcendence and growth.

It is a testament to self-negation,to the trepidation of confronting absolute truth, and to the courage of forging new life from the agony of being torn apart.

沉默的泰加森林

今天一口氣寫了五首詩，直到晚上無意中看到這篇文章，也許是上天給我的美好回應。忍不住把它全文照登。為什麼呢？一切盡在不言中。
全文如下：

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在這個高速連結、螢幕不滅的時代，西伯利亞深處的一段孤絕、倖存之旅，像一面冷冽的鏡子，照見我們對便利與喧嘩的依賴。里科夫家族在泰加林裡沉默了整整四十年，以信念與勞作編織日常，讓「遠離文明」成為一種生活而非浪漫的傳說。

我是不是

我是不是和那個莫名的什麼有了根本的矛盾？再也不能快樂地自言自語，就連毫無意義的廢話都不行。

我是不是眾人皆醉我獨醒，一直自我感覺良好地超然一切？不是這個，不是那個，就這樣五四三地敷衍了世界和自己。

我是不是黑暗中害怕孤獨，回頭又很淡然地說“沒關係”？總會過去，總會海闊天空。

我是不是戰戰兢兢地走著鋼索？人們羨慕，為我鼓掌叫好。人們嫉妒，怎麼還不掉下來？或者那純粹只是一個沒人在意的想象而已。

我是不是期待一首打破常規的協奏曲？像孟德爾頌那樣，不完美的完美靈魂。

我是不是無法被愛，又不敢去愛？一旦思想了這個問題，它就再也不是愛了。

          I Am, Am I?

Have I fallen into some fundamental conflict with that nameless something? I can no longer happily talk to myself, not even in meaningless gibberish.

Am I the only sober one in a world intoxicated, forever feeling smugly transcendent? Not this, not that, just meaningless rambling the world and myself.

Am I the one who fears loneliness in the dark, yet turns around and calmly says, "It's okay"? It will pass. Eventually, the seas will broaden, and the skies clear.

Am I walking a tightrope, trembling with fear? People look up in envy, cheering me on. Others, consumed by jealousy, wonder, "When will she fall?" Or is it merely a figment of imagination that no one cares to notice?

Am I yearning for a concerto that breaks all conventions? Like Mendelssohn's, a perfect soul in its imperfections.

Am I unworthy of love, yet too afraid to love? The moment I intellectualize this question, it ceases to be love.

宇宙的省話模式

空性是宇宙的省話模式
它無法定義它自己

沉默從來不需要原因

它沒有故事好說

它只有我們

存在從來不需要理由

    The Universe's Laconic Mode

Emptiness is the universe's laconic mode.

It cannot define itself.

Silence never needs a reason.

It has no stories to tell.

It only has us.

Existence never needs a justification.

*Translator's Note: 

"Emptiness" here translates the Buddhist concept of "Śūnyatā," which refers not to mere nothingness, but to the essential absence of independent, inherent existence in all phenomena.

給離我遠去的我

給離我遠去的我
誰是誰越來越稀疏的記憶

給離我遠去的我

難道我們只是想象的虛擬

給離我遠去的我

夢裡相見只剩下模糊的光影

給離我遠去的我

存在留下了永不存在的意義

      —— 一場沒有回應的獨白，在語言與沉默的縫隙間，徒勞地追問那些終將隨自我一同消逝的意義。

        To Myself Who Left Me

To myself who left me,

Whose memories are fading, whose?

To myself who left me,

Are we merely virtual entities of imagination?

To myself who left me,

In dreams we meet, only blurry light remains.

To myself who left me,

Existence leaves behind the meaning of never existing.

       —— A monologue without response,

in the interstice between language and silence,

futilely questioning those meanings

that are destined to vanish along with the self.

意識仍在原始的洪荒裡狩獵

哲學耽溺於百思不解，

信仰的廉價承諾明天會更好，

末日預言的精髓在於一再跳票。

空間幾何被能量收斂，

時間開始走下坡，

你感覺自己越來越沉重。

即使沒有封口費人們也都閉嘴了，

信息土石流文明滅頂，

意識仍在原始的洪荒裡狩獵。

Consciousness Still Hunts in

Primordial Chaos

Philosophy wallows in unanswerable loops,

Faith's cheap promises of a better tomorrow,

The essence of apocalyptic prophecies lies in their constant postponement.

Spatial geometry is converged by energy,

Time begins its descent,

You feel your own weight increasing.

Even without hush money people stay silent,

Civilization drowns in informational mudslides,

Yet consciousness still hunts in primordial chaos.