In the first place, the desire to bloom hid in the seed
Becoming the source of strength for itself to struggle and to grow taller, to consider endlessly
Bursting into a luminous point of fixation
At this moment, it resembles a blaze flashing suddenly
And becomes for bees and butterflies the centre of revolving dance
The nocturnal barbarians surround the lustre of the god statue
And sing the rousing hymns with a loud voice
There was once I was like the others
Facing the petals of the beautiful image, gazing, longing
Waiting for it to bear the sweet fruits of the earthly world
Luxuriant and fleshy fruits suspending in the air, as if the god of redemption might descend at anytime Among us
Did we become worshipers for once
Gazing reverently, at those heroes and gods who enjoy the gaze?
At this moment, my aching neck has grown weary to lift my head
It stoops towards the real land
Eventually piercing through the superficial sight and see you all
Buried tranquilly, heaps of anonymity and humbleness
As if you have remained silent underneath since genesis
You have never ever ceased to excavate and open up for the peaceful land
Strengthening and steadying the axis of the universe without words
One day, a sacred tree shall rise from the mortal world
Only if I can transform into rainwater
Melt into the soil and come to your roots.

18 July, 1994

 

 

樹根三頌之三

開花的欲望早藏在種子裡
成為自身搶高的力源，不斷盤算
爆向一個燦爛的定點
此刻它像火焰突然閃亮
成為蜂蝶旋舞的中心
夜的蠻族圍著神像的光輝
高唱激昂的頌歌
我曾經像周遭的人
對著一瓣瓣美麗的圖象，凝視，期盼
等待它結出塵世的甜果
豐碩高懸，彷彿救贖的神靈隨時
降落我們的中間
我們都曾經成為仰望者
虔敬地注視，那些享受注視的英雄和神？
此刻我疼痛的頸項已厭於翹首
俯向一片實在的大地
終於穿過表面的視覺看到你們
平靜埋藏，纍纍的無名和謙卑
彷彿從太初開始就沈默在下面
永不終止為一片平安的大地探挖開闢
默默催勁固持天地的軸心
有一天，人間會升起一株聖潔的樹
我但願能化成雨水
溶入泥土走到你的根
　　　
一九九四年七月十八日