A human life

is a sudden gush of time

and then

a blinding darkness

Snow falls off the trees,

rumbles from the roofs

- and seasons change

Can you hear

the multitude of switches clicking

like György Ligeti's Poème Symphonique

for 100 Metronomes

as lives end

and people become things,

and the shrill cries of the Wild

when infants are born?

Can you sense

the Big Human Exchange,

young for old,

when memories become the Habitat of Shadows,

the maternity wards

the Temples of Freshly Carved Faces,

life & death

the epitome of evenness & equivalence,

of disappearance & appearance,

with your place in the flow,

- and all the voices

of all beings

a hum

like that of distant big cities

through the ages

from the vantage point of a raven

deep in the forest?