A dragonfly flies over the pond.
Not two or three,
Not more dragonflies,
But one dragonfly encompasses the world
In a solitary dance of quiet storm.
A dragonfly is flying,
No other dragonflies accompany it in flight.
There are no other dragonflies in the world,
There is no other flying in the world.
The whole world enters a dragonfly's
Flying heart.
The dragonfly flies, like a bride flying,
Snow-white wedding dress, snow-white back.
The crystalline wings refuse the dragonfly to touch the water,
Flying over the pond is the happiness of the pond,
Flying in the air is the happiness of the air.
A dragonfly flies over the rockery,
A Mount Everest is conquered.
A dragonfly flies over the dam,
A Bastille is breached.
A dragonfly is determined to fly
And keeps flying.
A dragonfly flies over the water,
Its shadow underwater unravels all secrets.
Flying over the trembling branches of three-flower plum,
Flying over the tall and thick canopy of camphor trees,
At dusk, a dragonfly flies into
The realm of no self.
Author: Lu Xingmin
