I Once . . .

At the foot of Qilian Mountain, I oncesaw a group of lambsThey were all kneelingsucking their mothers’ teatsTheir behavior moved me,especially the gratitude and kindnessI saw in their eyesPerhaps as humansin moments like thiswe feel ashamedPerhaps after traveling from one cityto another, we’re uncertainif the roads we’ve takenwere straight or crookedWhere have we come from?And where are we going?It’s as if we’re all wandering travelersActually, what I want to sayis that because of our material desireswe’ve forgotten what is most wonderfulin the shadows of livingSometimes we don’t even measure upto the lambs kneeling before their mothers