happy new year

There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
Zora Neale Hurston
Zen page-a-day calendar

snow

Walking outside to start the day. The smell of snow in the air. It's coming.

Happy Birthday

Understand, I'll slip quietly
Away from the noisy crowd
When I see the pale
Stars rising, blooming over the oaks.

I'll pursue solitary pathways
Through the pale twilit meadows,
With only this one dream:
You come, too.

Rainer Maria Rilke