
I look out upon this frozen world,
tired, worn out snow,
hills hidden in fog,
and I want something else:
sunshine, warmth, clear paths
through the woods to the river's edge
my book falls open to Hafiz
and I remember
the lacking is in me, not in the world
"even after all this time
the sun never says to the earth
'you owe me'
look what happens
with a love like that
it lights the whole sky"
- Hafiz