
Go to Langmusi
by Fang Chun
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That day, maybe two or three months later, maybe just a few months, anyway, that day is coming soon. My body will be carried out of the hotel by the Tibetans and passed through the road they just passed. These people wearing crimson, blue-green, and black Tibetan clothes, closely connected with the sky, the earth, the weeds, and the streams, are chanting words and ancient scriptures. The lamas of Langmusi lined up to hold ceremonies for me and pray for me on my way. I was sent to the sky burial platform surrounded by colorful cloths and flags. It didn't take long for my body to be digested by the eagles. My soul rises into the sky here, looking down at the earth through the eyes of an eagle. Maybe, in the next reincarnation, I will become a lama in the temple, maybe, I will herd cattle and sheep on the grass slope, maybe, no maybe.
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