the guide

it is gray today. . . . and cold
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

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