segunda-feira, 24 de setembro de 2012

Look Up






Look up
See the snowflakes
Floating down

They are travelers coming home

They inhabited this earth
Before you and me
They are ancestors, brothers and sisters
Companions in time and space
Then sand, wind, stars
That rested, blew, flickered

Many of them
Perhaps we knew
Lived with them
In harmony
But often in bitter
Discord as well

Now they have
Become clouds
And return home as snow

Listen to
Their rushing sounds
It is a whispering
About you or me
           
Be silent
As they are
Fearing
To wake us
From the dream
Called life



Galsan Tchinang

http://www.galsan.info/

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