vital cross

When you learn to stare at a blank sheet of paper,
instead of thousands of books,
You know how to think,
Words from the bottom of my heart.

You fish quietly at night,
Greet the dawn with a reverent gesture,
The words that are willing to take the bait,
Only then did he slowly swim out of the dark suffocation.

So again,
You have polished your mind,
In front of the diligent mirror stage,
Under the uninhabited linden tree.

But what you always grab,
Just a momentary epiphany.
And your anxiety and arrogance,
not vanished into dust,
just like a bubble,
floating in space,
But everywhere.

your mind,
Still full of gaps and holes,
Walking and groping in the fog,
Looking for a blank sheet of paper that doesn't exist,
Try to write down the truth you touch.

The world is a big basketball,
Your hand can't pick it up,
Throw the ideal arc for this life.
For decades,
I had to grab a few tools at random.
Create your way to survive.

You always guess about life,
Is there a more convenient pickaxe,
Can dig more dazzling gold mines,
but may not be able to see clearly,
The pain of the wounds on the body,
with their self-evident revelation.

You run away in pain,
But between chanting and singing,
Find a corner where you can live.