in the beginning,
there is dust.
no generations,
no future,
no past.
an endless geographic land of micro-meshing,
limitless webs of merging, leaking, interweaving.
coexistence of the multiples,
aimless,
careless,
needless,
thoughtless.
there is nothing to remain,
nothing to hang on to,
nothing to be grasped,
nothing to protect or be protected.
everything is free.
everything is flowing.
everything is there for the taken.
there is no such species
called ‘human’.
but only the prayers’ everlasting dreams,
flowing into the heart of the earth.
centre of a thousand worlds
as temporal beings.
the heart of the earth,
first inflamed,
then glazed.
objects float in a sensual ether.
mountains give its name to the river.
river tattoos its glory onto the body of the rocks:
gold for touch,
silver for sound,
crystal for tears,
azure stones for the contingent death.
the ultra-violet-era is running from afar.
it runs to the delta,
passes the blue moon,
over the chains of mountains,
out to the seven seas
enters the void.
then…
everything
falls …
ancient spirits of the land
drinking their blood as sweet wine,
chewing their flesh as divine delicacy:
swallowing their agony into pre-historical memories.
while the ancient spirits are awakening from their liquid sleep,
the dusk of these astral bodies becomes their dawn.
a fundamentally alien form of life
now burning into the colour of the infinite dusts
from the act of killing.
…they are the forgotten beings
with their forgotten memories
being forgotten in the middle of the forgetting
only appear in disappearing
turning
（breathing）
turning
（breathing）
turning
（breathing）
turning
（breathing）
turning
（breathing）
…
as slow diamonds within an infinite perishable return
of suffering
the mystic organ that grinds the silver wind
penetrated by the forgotten memories of the unknown
until
everything
falls …
into
that
infinite return
where dream has poured
with its most vivid transference：
reincarnation of the dead,
the living，
and everything in between，
beholds the incessant dusts
of flesh and bones
returning to the burned ground.
multiple livings within multiple deaths
trembling twilight sweeps away the remains
skies echoes skies
earth touches earth
on the naked land where grow the naked lives
the fable may only be written
when the beginning is no longer a beginning
in fact
there was no beginning
but
the dusts.
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dear souls
宇宙之初
唯有塵埃
在紛紜的天地之間
無窮盡的微小生命
聯結、交融、編織成網
共同在彼此的存在裡蔓延生長
無所需
無所求
無所思
無所恐懼
沒有什麼能夠存留至不朽
沒有什麼能免於湮滅無聞
沒有什麼需要保護或是被保護
所有的一切放任流淌
它們就在那裡
等待命運的擺渡
那裡沒有一種生靈被命名為‘人類’
只有朝聖者們冗長的夢境翩翩
匯入地球的心臟
千世界的中心
十億河沙交匯而出世的生靈
地球的心臟
燃燒 釉彩
萬物漂浮於感官的以太之中
山巒把自己的名字贈予河流
河流把自己的雋永刺青於岩體之上
黃金為觸碰；
白銀為天籟；
水晶為淚珠；
琉璃為輕緩偶發之死
腥紫色的時代從遠處奔跑而來
它朝向三角洲
經過藍月
翻越山巒
穿梭七海
遁入虛無
在這之後
萬物墜落...
千世間古老的靈體
暢飲他們的血液如醇釀
咀嚼他們的肉身如珍肴
吞食他們的痛苦虛化為史前記憶 ―――
這些悠遠的靈體從液態長眠中惶惶而醒
在那些墜落軀體的黃昏中孕育出黎明
一種純粹異質的生命形式
如今燃燒至無垠色塵
償還他們自身演繹的殺戮
…他們是被遺忘的存在
協同他們被遺忘的記憶
在遺忘的遺忘之中被遺忘
在死亡的消失殆盡裡重現
旋轉
（呼吸）
旋轉
（呼吸）
旋轉
（呼吸）
旋轉
（呼吸）
旋轉
（呼吸）
…
那一顆被賦予神性的柔滑器官
像是緩緩滑落的鑽石
嚙噬風塵
不諳災難
一次又一次
在即將抵達無限循環的苦難之巔
記憶刺穿肝臟
直到
萬物墜落
…
死、生、以及徜徉於此間的輪迴
靜觀肉體與白骨的綿綿之塵
化作無常
回歸炙土
如泡影似消散
重啓無限之回歸
以它最為生動的超度
召喚入夢
萬千生命於萬千死亡中含苞待放
嬗變的暮光拂去遺留
蒼穹匯聚蒼穹
陸地輕觸陸地
赤裸的土壤上生長著赤裸的生命
傳說之所以不絕
是因為它源自無始之地
事實上
这里没有起源
刹那生灭
唯有塵埃
浮游於間
亲爱的靈魂