City of Dreamland, poems by Chinese poet Hongri Yuan
Hongri Yuan, born in China in 1962, is a poet and philosopher interested particularly in creation. Representative works include Platinum City, Gold City, Golden Paradise, Gold Sun and Golden Giant. His poetry has been published in the UK, USA, India, New Zealand, Canada and Nigeria.
Translated by Yuanbing Zhang
God is Ourselves after Waking up
You can’t catch every worldly thing like you can’t retain the days.
You can’t see the truth of all things on earth like you can’t see your own soul.
Happiness and tribulation may not exist as if there is no night
and daylight in the Kingdom of Heaven,
And the universe is merely the phantom of the light of our soul,
and God is ourselves after waking up.
City of Dreamland
You walk in the city of dreamland but forget that you are the unique creator.
For your soul is the unique God that lives in the Kingdom of Heaven;
And you believe the riot of colours in a dream–
the pulsating of life and the blight of death;
And the muse of love makes you look like butterfly that hovered lightly in the garden
and forgot that your name is Zhuangzi.
Universe is the Heavenly Garden of The Stars
Emptiness-nothingness will save you and wipe away all of the worldly scars,
Until you are fresh as the beginning and as fragrant – beauty as another spring.
The world will never fade because the universe is the heavenly garden of the stars.
The other you is that giant who is arriving in a huge spaceship
from another city of the sun.
King of the Universe
Seek thyself and seek your soul which is a lifetime mission.
The soul is both in your body and the Kingdom of Heaven,
Because the eyes always deceive you, thus you are lost in the illusion of the world.
You will be the king of the universe when you find yourself or else you have nothing.
© Hongri Yuan