This is the time to be slow,

Lie low to the wall

Until the bitter weather passes.

Try, as best you can, not to let

The wire brush of doubt

Scrape from your heart

All sense of yourself

And your hesitant light.

If you remain generous,

Time will come good;

And you will find your feet

Again on fresh pastures of promise,

Where the air will be kind

And blushed with beginning.

~John O’Donohue

what has been left undone?

inquiry for today~ to see so crisp and clear

sifting through dreams

When the doors of perception are cleansed,

we will see things as they truly are, infinite.

~William Blake