we are the children of this very night wind
that carries the ancient light of icy stars
the keepers of time and stories
who are still expanding
beyond the scope of human intelligence

we are the children of the grey blue rockies
that holds millenias worth of secrets and stories
the nurturer of the first spring shoots
and smallest ferns of thousand years

we are the fragile bits of vulnerable life on this earth
simple offspring of dualities and oppositions
our hands cold and empty
eyes eager to see into the open
with no other weapon than a hope
we look far and wide,
the open vast grandness filling up,
filling up our empty bellies and weak hearts.

children, vulnerable but decorated dearly with love of present,
gracefully diving into the open future,
i salute you,
a fellow dear friend,
into the new day,
with courage

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