Every voyage is as ancient and long
As the voyage of a star.
Your blood is made from stardust.
Remember your old home,
Your innate glory,
Long travels.
And if you forget—
Or when you forget—
Dream and recollect.
And if you fall—
Or when you fall—
Remember your home of light.
And if you can't find the way,
Or if you are lost in the jungle,
Look at the sky.
The sky will show you the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another 10 - so positive! john