Dream of a Butterfly/ Taichi/ Solitude

original poem 〈蝶之夢〉

english translation by Jeats 

Dream of a Butterfly

Have you been to a fancy Wonderland? 

There existed a deep dark green night sky 

Have you ever experienced there 

A beautiful encounter 

Since when the wind slightly stirred your garment 

I just recollected the time ago 

I seemed to have seen in pre-life 

Like this moment the mark shown on your nude 

A feast of breath-taking 

Rain of shooting stars 

Gradually floating in the wind 

Around me

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original poem 〈太極〉

english translation by Jeats

Taichi

Self, the night roamer regards the sky

Through a pipe. In fire has the Phoenix revived

Spectrum of cloud-smoke has moved toward

The other end of Melancholy, but

Perhaps year by year it is

The unbearable beauty of terror

And illusion

Sea, is now and then everywhere; Self as shadowed

Man in Mirror of mutual root

Mature, spirit, intangible Nirvana 

The mirror holder is aged increasingly while I get younger

Until the negative number is consumed as to

Infinite number

Human body reaches the feverish solitude of death

Sea is stuffed with positive matter

Briefly deviated from urgent balances

Ripples are being clamorous

Who, making common things obtain spirits 

To imitate their host

The sophisticated labyrinth is

Fabricated of the simplest complicatedness

Who leads him to trial-error

Who makes him oblivious

And entrusts him Memory

Passing away is simply the beginning unconscious

Poppy. Yi, metaphysical or physical

Everything in the universe, is, at least

Remembered or collected by someone or something

Pry the time bondage open with your faith and intuition

A blink is then another circle of life

Seeming so, my dream. It is the constant-abiding 

Night that stretches out its tentacles

Twisted with thin lines of my Destiny

Pro of Yan and Con of Yin, fragments

Maybe it’s just as Taichi

To stare up at endless stars; that’s all the Self

All  women are

The most beautiful Spiral

Nevertheless, I am also a mayfly or an ant

Divining future of chaos, fullness and emptiness ...........

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original poem 〈孤寂〉

english translation by Jeats 

Solitude

Seemingly such a flawless moment in Solitude 
Firmament as off its heavy burden 
A guest house of the vein of mine on the soulless terrene I, am just being 

 A outer shell without its snail