蓮の影、ひらくとき / When the Lotus Shadow Opens

[Japanese] 泥の温度を　指先が覚えている 沈黙の底で　名もない種は眠る 雲よりも静かに　水は呼吸して 光はまだ　名を持たない 影は　光のかたち ほどけるほど　近づいてく 泥より出でて　濁らずに ひらく一枚　心は薄明（はくめい） 波紋の真ん中　言葉は要らない out of the mud, unstained ただ　在ることの歌 小さな問いを　水面に投げ入れる 輪は広がって　やがて消えていく 残った静けさが　答えの輪郭 名づける前の　世界を抱いて 影は　私のかたち 手放すほど　見えてくる 泥より出でて　濁らずに ひらく一枚　心は薄明 痛みを通って　澄むということ unstained, unnamed いま　ここに咲く 空（くう）と縁（えん）は　風のように つかめば離れ　離せば満ちる 願いは静かに　音を失い 胸の鈴だけ　遠くで響く 泥より出でて　濁らずに ひらく一枚　誰も汚せない 波紋の真ん中　私も世界も out of the mud, unstained 同じひかりになる 水は水のまま　空を映して 花は花のまま　朝にほどける [English] My fingertips remember the warmth of mud, at the bottom of silence, a nameless seed sleeps. More quietly than clouds, the water breathes; the light still carries no name. A shadow is the shape of light, the more it loosens, the nearer it comes. Rising from the mud, untainted, one petal opens; my heart is dawnlight. At the center of the ripples, words aren’t needed. out of the mud, unstained simply a song of being. I cast a small question onto the surface; the rings spread, and then they fade. The silence that remains outlines an answer, holding the world before it is named. The shadow is the shape of me; the more I let go, the clearer it becomes. Rising from the mud, untainted, one petal opens; my heart is dawnlight. To become clear by passing through pain— unstained, unnamed, blooming here and now. Emptiness and causes-and-conditions are like the wind: grasp them and they scatter, release them and they fill. Desire grows quiet and loses its sound; only the bell in my chest rings far away. Rising from the mud, untainted, one petal opens; no one can stain it. At the center of the ripples, you and the world and I, out of the mud, unstained, become the same light. Water, as water, mirrors the sky; a flower, as a flower, unfurls into morning.