玛丽的诗：谈谈某种冥想
谈谈某种冥想
听说，冥想是一种最好的修练
如果你能进入某种严格的状态。
坦白说，我更倾向悠闲地坐在树下。
所以凭什么我认为会成功？
有时候我睡着了，
或者说进入了一种佳境，
半睡半醒，只见
春天，夏天，秋天，还有冬天
飞快地在我脑海中掠过，
它艰难地上升，又毫不妥协地下降。
所以我就这样躺着，
距离和时间在此时
会流露出它们真实的态度；
它们从来没有在乎过我，
将来也不会，也没有这个必要。
当然，最后我醒过来了，
不由地想，
做我自己是多么的美好！
用泥和水把我做成
有着我自己的思想，
我的指纹—— 哦，
所有那些辉煌的，
转瞬即逝的东西
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.
