繁华绿荫簇拥的小小一界

                                     听着不是自己的自己的呼吸

                                     仿佛隐约在自己之外

                                     又清晰的在自己之内的

                                     六月，如花开花落

                                     和草叶的拂动

                                     倏然醒来

                                     在缤纷的花雨的飘逝里

                                     我瑟缩的湿漉漉的晦暗的影子

                                     终于将要爬起来

                                     梦是真的，真的不是梦

                                     今夕覆舟载舟的修行人

                                     梦蝶说，你的心很亮很亮

                                     而六月的心，很暖很暖

                                     我有几个数得清的六月？

                                     我将如何安放我冰冷的执著

                                     和冰冷的分别以及怨恨

                                     在你与六月之间                                                         

                                                                 智慧的彻悟的尊者？

                                     死亡在远方，愈行愈近

                                     我在自己的掌中旋舞

                                     一个失足，流星般陨落

                                     散逸天涯，不见碎片

                                     即使我想再翻身拾起再拼回原样

                                     又有谁可以给予如此殊胜的机会呢

                                     虹断彩霞飞去

                                     何日幻化成蝶