— Reading Poetry

Sitting while watching the cloud floating up
I cannot help falling into a trance,
Entirely forgetting to chant
Forgetting to exclaim
And forgetting that this body is no longer mine
Ho ho, this body is no longer is mine ….

The breeze is gently thumbing through the pages
Birds among the blooms chirping
Voice of waters gurgling
A young boy’s coming up with a pot
The place around sounds as quiet as that in old Tan poetry of June
—- years under the shade of bamboos seem both real and unreal.

The twilight grows deeper
From somewhere is sounded a long sigh.
While I raised my eyebrows inspired—-
Outside of the glazed window
A cloud
like a monk under the ancient moon, floats away.

　　　 坐看雲起時-讀詩

　　坐看雲起時
　　我不禁痴了
　　渾然忘記了吟哦
　　忘記了讚嘆
　　忘記了此身已非我，之樂
　　呵呵　此身已非我……

　　風輕輕吹拂著書頁
　　花間的鳥雀　絮絮
　　水聲淙淙
　　一名童子提壺而來
　　周遭靜得像六月的古唐詩
　　－－竹蔭下的歲月疑真　疑幻

　　黃昏漸漸深了
　　不知何處傳來了一聲喟然
　　我若有所悟的方自揚眉－－
　　琉璃窗外
　　　 一朵雲
　　古月僧人般，逸去