You are tired,
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.
(Only you and I, understand!)
You have played,
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and-
So am I.
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And I knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart-
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.
rituals of light and dark sustain me, remind me, and soften my days…..
inquiry for today~ what serves that delicious opening for you in these drawn in days of cold and wan light?
Tonight as it gets cold
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.
– Mark Strand