The snow leopard settles
in stillness.
Smoke streams whirl
up chimneys,
slowly swirl, then
dart on the wind
westward to linden trees
and vanish
like souls returning
to galaxies spinning
in the stillness
of the silent All.
Night whispers
as the ashen cloak
of smoke
settles in the air
and drifts
down
where others lie
at rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem