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

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