Dreams of a journey to Mars and beyond

Songs from immortals reflect across the stillness.
Enjoined, the primordial pass ignites furnace fires.
Wind from bellows fan flames higher,
Water exuberantly bubbles up the cauldron.

The sun climbed to its zenith by abated breath;
Eclipsed, the moon darkens space.
For a brief moment, Kan and Li modestly embraced,
Thereafter, a silvery moon hung in their place.

Silvery forms becloud an opening,
Wherein, cold and darkness predominate.
Beyond the gate, arose two colours, a purplish hue,
Emptiness engulfed red mountain chains.

Up ahead, another opening!
Two fresh colours brighten up empty space.
Is that a Buddha of golden light?
The crown momentarily lifts upon the sight.

The spirit rests, the journey ends,
Back to Earth, the myriad things.
Remember still, Buddha’s words;
One has yet to become a sage.

With good aptitudes we see differently,
What does one know, unless Dongbin states?
Enjoy changes, sights and sounds, for eventually
Wei diminishes to Wu Wei, Laozi said.