诗歌曾被放逐于无用的角落，
Poetry was once exiled to a corner of the useless,
只余审美的空壳。
left with nothing but an empty husk of aesthetics.
直到新纪元的浪潮涌来，
Until the tide of a new era surged forth,
心物一体的古老灵性法则，
and the ancient spiritual law of the unity of mind and matter
终于被重新点亮，成为当代的显学。
was finally rekindled, becoming the dominant discipline of our time.
于是，流放的诗人 ——
And so, the exiled poet—
带着直抵潜意识深处的意识咒语，
bearing mantras of consciousness that pierce straight to the depths of the subconscious,
以微观量子般的丝滑，
with the silk-like fluency of the quantum microcosm,
穿透小我自设的重重防火墙 ——
penetrating the layered firewalls the ego has erected—
终以魔法师的身份归来。
has returned at last in the guise of a magician.
感觉就是秘密。
Feeling is the secret.
而诗歌，
And poetry—
是感觉本身的秘密。
is the secret of feeling itself.