“Love of the Star Realm” by Wan Yilong

Lan Xin (Lan Xin)
World Memory Heritage The Only Female Inheritor of Dongba Culture, International Renowned Writer & Poet. Internationally acclaimed bilingual writer, poet and translator, member of the Chinese Writers Association. The only female inheritor of UNESCO-listed Dongba Culture, International Disseminator of Dongba Culture and practitioner of Chinese culture’s global outreach. Winner of the Italian Francesco Giampietri International Literary Award, President of Lanxin Samei Academy and Dean of Yulong Wenbi Dongba Culture Academy.

Eva Lianou Petropoulou
Αποκλειστικη Eκπρόσωπος για την Ελλάδα για την προώθηση της πολιτιστικής κληρονομιάς – Dongba Culture Κίνα

About Wan Yilong (Aming Gaotu)
High-Dimensional Wisdom Mentor / High-Dimensional Spiritual Poet / Inheritor of Dongba Culture  / Master of Traditional Chinese Culture / Great Master of World Multiculturalism /  Donor and Founder, Dean of Yulong Wenbi Dongba Culture Academy / Dean of Aming Gaotu High-Dimensional Wisdom Academy / Philanthropist

Love of the Star Realm By Wan Yilong

Three thousand years ago, I was the God King
who ruled the Milky Way in the cosmic vault
You were the Queen, held in my palm
beloved above all in the divine realm
A cataclysm that tore heaven and earth asunder
snapped us apart from our eternal union
Since then, I have descended to the mortal world
chasing the tether of my soul
only to keep a vow
that traverses time and space, unchanging through eons
—My dearest
within this vow lies my obsession
to reclaim you, even beyond life and death

When you lose your way
on nights dark as spilled ink
fireflies bear faint light to pave your homeward path
it that burns out its warmth and radiance
ever hovering before you to lead the way
—It must be me!

When you open your eyes
as morning light spills over the window lattice
birds outside chirp merrily to rouse the dawn
it that sings the longest
its notes circling your windowsill again and again
—It must be me!

When you gallop across the grassland
stretching green to the horizon
wind lifts your robes, a white horse treads on morning dew
it that is gentle as your shadow
refusing to slacken the reins even when exhausted
—It must be me!

When you are a peerless beauty
a fleeting marvel in the mortal realm
thousands of admirers throng your threshold
he that is willing to lay down all for you
not yielding even if facing the whole world
—He must be me!

When you are the noble Goddess
seated in the cosmic temple
rosy glow spills over your skirt as you pray
butterflies are drawn to your divinity
it that breaks through the air currents
to brush gently against your lips
—It must be me!

When you are the compassionate Bodhisattva
standing atop the snow-capped peaks
prayers for world peace spin with the prayer wheels
the Golden-Winged Great Peng skims the clouds
it that hovers above your head
shielding you from wind and rain with its wings
—It must be me!

When heaven and earth crumble
floods devour the mortal world
the primal cataclysm sweeps away all life
he that falls from the divine realm
holding up the divine stone with his body
to keep you safe and whole
—He must be me!

When someone recklessly breaks through the Nine Heavens
tramping on thorns, passing trial after trial
only to hold your hand
as a mortal on the heavenly red carpet
he that dares all this
—He must be me!

When you were the exalted Queen
of the Qionglong Silver City
on the pilgrimage path around Mount Kailash
he that is dusted with grime
afflicted by illness yet steadfast in gaze
who sets out only to find you
—He must be me!

When you are the revered Dharma Protector
on the summit of the Himalayas
centuries of Sanskrit chants echo through the valleys
he whose voice pierces the clouds
every word steeped in longing
—He must be me!

Across three lifetimes, through all manifestations
in the cosmic chaos, the searing years
have searched every face beneath the sky
only to hold your hand and return to the Milky Way
Henceforth, dawn to dusk, year after year
will guard you, safe and sound, always
—I will always be me!

Commentary
Love of the Star Realm is structured around a grand cosmic narrative, unfolding a devoted watch that spans three thousand years and multiple reincarnations. Rooted in the divine romance between a God King and his Queen, the poet weaves through incarnations—firefly, bird, white horse, practitioner, and more—to portray an unwavering pursuit and protection that endures even through heaven-earth collapse and cyclic rebirth. Blending the fatalistic sentiment of Eastern romanticism, the sacred imagery of the Tibetan snowlands, and obsession beyond life and death, the poem culminates in the perfect reunion by the Milky Way. It is both an ode to ultimate love and a spiritual inquiry into eternal bonds and the perseverance of one’s original heart….