The light of splendor shines in the middle of the night. Who can see it? A heart which has eyes and watches.
~ by Angelus Silesius
Now at last the first snow falls
like a blanket upon dim powers.
Keep the fire alive now
and do not disturb the sleep
of roots and seeds...
The shining winter sky
is close enough to touch;
and you too are this sky.
No reason to distinguish.
For all the stars flow through your veins.