瑪麗的詩：談談某種冥想

瑪麗的詩：談談某種冥想

 

 

 

 

談談某種冥想

 

聽說，冥想是一種最好的修練

如果你能進入某種嚴格的狀態。

坦白說，我更傾向悠閑地坐在樹下。

所以憑什麽我認為會成功？

 

 

有時候我睡著了，

或者說進入了一種佳境，

半睡半醒，隻見

春天，夏天，秋天，還有冬天

飛快地在我腦海中掠過，

它艱難地上升，又毫不妥協地下降。

 

 

所以我就這樣躺著，

距離和時間在此時

會流露出它們真實的態度；

它們從來沒有在乎過我，

將來也不會，也沒有這個必要。

 

 

當然，最後我醒過來了，

不由地想，

做我自己是多麽的美好！

用泥和水把我做成

有著我自己的思想，

我的指紋—— 哦，

所有那些輝煌的，

轉瞬即逝的東西

 

 

 

 

 

On Meditation, Sort of

 

Meditation, so I’ve heard,

is best accomplished

if you entertain a certain strict posture.

Frankly, I prefer just to lounge under a tree.

So why should I think
I could ever be successful?

 

Some days I fall asleep,
or land in that even better place
— half asleep — where the world,

spring, summer, autumn, winter —

flies through my mind in its

hardy ascent and its uncompromising descent.

 

So I just lie like that, while distance and time

reveal their true attitudes: they never

heard of me, and never will, or ever need to.

 

Of course I wake up finally

thinking, how wonderful to be who I am,

made out of earth and water,

my own thoughts, my own fingerprints —

all that glorious, temporary stuff.