“Immortal Oracles” poem by Lan Xin

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

Immortal Oracles

Humankind wanders through wild woods of spiritual mist
Countless souls sink into primordial chaos
Lost and fallen in the ignorance of greed, anger and delusion
Clouded inner eyes fail to behold the true nature of the heavens and earth

Beloved humankind
Do not linger in the net alone
The golden lotus has grown in the depths of the soul
Petal tips gather light from higher dimensions
Resolutely piercing layers of confusion
Awakening slowly in the midst of chaos

The Dongba priest blows the white conch
Its call pierces layers of cloud and mist
Rushing straight to the gates of the thirteenth heavens
Carrying ancient signals
knocking at the roots of the universe
Awakening the soul of civilization sleeping in the cave of signatures

The golden phoenix soars across the sky
Its clear cry scatters the dark haze of the sky
Feathers shake off sparks of starlight

Prometheus’ fire
Gently plucked by the clear wind of the sacred mountain
Falling on the snow line of Mount Kailash
Scattered across the vast Martian soil

Above the Möbius strip
Time breaks free from the closed loop of bondage

The shadow of the Himalayas steps through a thousand years of solitude
Cradling the lingering echo of snowland chants
Passing them to the Pleiades stars

The wisdom of Sirius, following the strings of the cosmic lyre
Flows into the hidden realms of Nubia

Medusa’s gaze
No longer a curse of stone
But a clear mirror that sees through all illusion

The all-seeing eye
Looking down on the mortal world from the high-dimensional sky
Witnessing the sleeping mind slowly waking to new life

This is not the final chapter of the decay of oracles
But the opening stanza of the soul’s awakening

When all high-dimensional imprints resonate in harmony
When the sparks of world civilizations merge once more
The long-slumbering mind
Will finally hear
— The oracles that once fell
Engraved by the universe for the Earth
— An echo of light.