THE THIRD PRIZE OF FIRST SHAOLIN WAHNAM POETRY COMPETITION
- They burned everything,
- leaving nothing more than ashes
- above and below the rocks.
- And yet we still exist,
- beyond all the temples,
- with the world as our new temple.
- The tree was torn limb from limb,
- the flowers ripped away and thrown far
- so they would sink into forgottenness.
- But the pollen and the fruits were taken to the South,
- beyond the borders of the kingdom,
- beyond all the coasts and the oceans,
- beyond time - devourer of all.
- And the fruits gave their seeds to a new land
- and from the pollen we birthed new life.
- We’re no longer monks, but we carry
- the code and the lineage.
- With our hearts open like a sky without clouds
- we spread joy and goodness throughout the world.
- To the East, far to the East we don’t hide,
- a new Patriarch has opened the treasure chest.
- Heaven and its Immortals accompany him,
- while beneath him the family grows.
- This is the will of the Cosmos,
- with its blessings to all.
- Translated from Spanish into English by Andrew Robert
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