Oh, daydream.
How free!
Oh, daydream.
How sweet!
When you’re walking,
you can dream.
When you’re working,
you can dream.
If you’re needy,
you can dream.
If you’re rich,
can also dream.
While you’re walking,
suddenly you can fly.
While you’re working,
soaringly you can rise.
Suppose you’re needy,
immediately can be rich.
Suppose you’re rich,
instantly can be holy.
When we’re sad,
we can be glad.
When we’re mad,
can be relaxed.
While we’re hurrying,
we can be quieted.
While we’re worrying,
can be delighted!
If you’re in love,
Passion is guiding.
She is in your arms,
whispering and writhing.
If you’re in hate,
Punition’s presiding.
He is at your feet,
kowtowing and crying!
I don’t know Jesus.
I don’t know Buddha.
But they both can
abide in my heart.
I can’t know demons.
I can’t know gods.
But they all may
play in my yard.
I know not Seraph.
I know not Satan.
Possibly they are really
the two faces of a man.
Neither I know hell,
nor I know heaven.
Perhaps they are merely
at the two ends of a hyphen.
So why are we sad?
Why can’t we be happy?
It’s only a switch of mind,
can be turned rapidly.
So why hate being poor?
Why love being wealthy?
It’s only a state of mind,
nothing to do with wealth.
How can you love?
Yes, she is in love.
Only it’s not with you.
But another man’s luck.
How can you hate?
Doesn’t he also hate?
But other men love him.
The degrees are the same.
Why must we be fiery?
What makes us hurry?
Isn’t it ridiculous?
Is it necessary?
Shed off these shackles!
Let us be untied.
Break up these barriers.
Let us be enlightened
Let us daydream.
Let us delight.
Always smile.
Forever be high!
Daydream like a prayer,
sitting with closed eyes,
body is in this world,
but spirit, in paradise.
Delight like the butterfly,
dancing in the sunlight,
while the summer is young,
and the flowers are bright.
Smile like a child,
playing in the cradle,
sweet and worry-free,
with gurgle and babble.
Be high like the cicada,
singing day and night,
until the season is over,
silently quit out of sight.
** ** **
Really Real
The Buddhists say all things of this world are false:
as dreams, illusions, shadows and bubbles.
I think most of them are real,
and tangible.
They also say things are temporal:
as dew and lightning.
I think some are not,
but lasting.
However, I try to think of things are temporal and unreal:
mountains are not mountains, seas are not seas;
no matter that they have been there
for millions of years.
And I try to seek things are really real and eternal,
but I don’t know what is ‘really real and eternal’.
I see the seas and mountains changing constantly:
some seas become mountains, mountains become seas.
I wonder whether there is anything
which is absolutely real,
and forever unchangeable,
as a “truth”.
Yet even the so-called truth,
I believe is not really and lastingly true:
some are comparatively false,
some are only temporarily true.
Are real and eternal things only in a world
which is spiritual and supernatural?
I’ve tried very hard to enter that world,
but I am die-hard physical and natural.
Why………………………..?
How………………….?
Ah………………!
Aw………!!!
** ** **
Start Seeking
Start seeking perfection on the imperfect earth,
you get it in the Perfect World.
Start seeking perfection in the Perfect World,
you get it on the imperfect earth.
Stop seeking perfection on the imperfect earth,
you are an imperfect being.
Stop seeking perfection in the Perfect World.
Are you -- a perfect thing?
** ** **
A Hope for Humans
Do you know how to give our bodies
the highest “sexual” satisfaction?
By unifying our bodies and chi
to a certain condition.
Do you know how to make our work
reach a super achievement?
By unifying our human spirit
with the spirit of heaven.
May everyone learn the technique
to achieve one’s own bodily bliss,
so we won’t be behaving
as the bastards and bitches.
May all people have the power
to unify our spirit with the heavenly spirit,
so we can get out of our mole-holes
to fly in space -- even the supernatural sphere.
** ** **
Rise High
Moving up to the highest height,
Must have a healthy heart.
How do we raise ourselves high?
First, learn the health art.
** ** **
Enjoy Fly
All the humans can fly high,
But our bodies are mundanely heavy.
Let us try to travel light,
By way of the heavenly highway.
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* To be continued on Chi Tao Poems-4
