On winter

It is a cold winter all over the place, frozen trees standing, golden leaves barely moving,


Shadows of people aloof from their lives,


Smoky words uttered in simplicity spread into the stiff air.


It isn't a time of change for those born when we did. 

And while you whisper let me have it my way, as if you know I am bound to words,

- Hope, you say, in the time of winter - 

I see only your hands crossing the borders between seasons.

Amidst all these, an invitation

I want to share this emptiness with you. Not fill the silence with false notes or put tracks through the void. 

I want to share this wilderness of failure...

The others have built you a highway - fast lanes in both directions; 

I offer you a journey without direction, uncertainty and no sweet conclusion.

(Derek Jarman: The Garden)

A kind of strength and a kind of beauty

Be crumbled
So wild flowers will come up
Where you are. 
You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different. Surrender. 


(Rumi)

Away for a while