River of Mind
by Kongyin
I
don’t care
where
the river originates
what currents sweep it along
how
many years and places it winds through.
I don’t care where the river goes how many dear ones will scatter petals above how many malcontents labor to make it turbid. When the river comes, it comes
when
the river goes, it goes.
All
I do is sit on the high bank
watching all my troubles, ignorance and lust,
being
swept along, without uttering a word.
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那条河
文/空因
那条河是从哪里来的
它带来了怎样美丽或丑陋的浪花
它迂回曲转了多少年头多少地方
我且不去管它
那条河要去哪里
有多少亲爱的人会在那上面撒下花瓣
又有多少不怀好意的人想弄黑那片淡蓝
我且不去管它
那条河来了就来了,去了就去了
我且不去管它
我只想坐在那高高的岸堤上
看着它卷了我所有的烦恼、痴念与妄想
滚滚而去,一语不发
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A little boy whispering to his mother “What do poets do anyway?” “Oh, honey, they practically do nothing.” “Like the squirrels in our yard?” “Oh, honey, poets aren’t as amusing to watch, though both of them are content to work for peanuts.”
Sunday, 3 November 2013
River of Mind
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