by Liang Yuan
(translated by Denis Mair)
The earth is a revolving seed
It is a green, unicellular being
That overswells itself, to become a fruit
Over time duality resolves into unity:
Not only a seed but also a fruit
As for the fruit tree at the middle stage
And everything that happened beneath that tree
We have no way to know, but can only look
Into stories of Eden and the Flood
To be dimly aware of previous lives
Of course, there are various images of the earth
Provided by other kinds of crystal balls
Excuse me for not enumerating them here
We have never ceased our QUESTIONS TO HEAVEN [1]And our QUESTIONS TO EARTH, and to ourselves
In fact, in the way the earth spins
And in its marvels of inner and outer gravity
We can infer answers to the following questions:
Who are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going?
The task we have in hand
Is to prevent this seed
From growing into a bomb
And to keep the black road that acts as its fuse
From igniting it hatefully
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