Listen to the silence,
to the unspoken words of wisdom.
It’s the sound of what is not said, standing colorfully and quiet, breathing the present, the mission, the borrowed landscape
to what one has to pay attention.
Listen to the no complains vanished up the hills,
to the no self pity flowing down the river,
to the no resistance resting in the valleys.
Listen carefully to the truth openly hidden in the voice of the birds
and learn that in our planet’s mind such a thing as exile does not exist.
(dedicated with all my love and respect to the Tibetan population in India)