LUKE WINTER / yes

If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres, Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mixed equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

The trees are coming into leaf  Like something almost being said       From ‘The Trees’ by Philip Larkin

stone to the sun breeze to the grass birdsong from the branches balm for the soul  mist to the hilltops shower to the earth path of the searching mind dream to the clouds flower to the spring moon to the pool love in the keen heart here to the now Still                         Aye                        Yett

I can hear you making small holes in the silence rain

“It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”

Things don’t happen for a reason Sweet child No Life doesn’t need a reason For happening It simply blooms forth With breathtaking chaos Rains down on you With senseless beauty And immeasurable heartache You can make up stories If you like About why things happen The way that they happened You can close one eye and squint To make up patterns You can tell stories of Tragedy Or perfection Curses Or blessings Or you can simply stand naked in The rain You can realize nothing Will ever really make sense Not if you’re really honest Not if you’re truly listening Nothing happens for a reason Yes, this is the truth This is it There is nothing else But your own heart Plunging Into reality Your own heart Drinking down The eruption of stars That is this radical emergence Of soul in body Of breath meeting Sky Maybe There is nothing else to look for Maybe it didn’t work out for the best Maybe it isn’t an unfortunate mess Maybe no great spirit is helping Anything go your way Maybe Just maybe Life unfolds Relentlessly With no holy plan Maybe It is sacred Just as it is It’s power and innocence Requires no justification It’s perfection requires no meaning Maybe nothing Means anything Other than what the Rose Means When it blooms It means Here I am Here I am Here I am Here I am

am bright-tonight: cheerful and more than cheerful- so much so that I am almost sad again with the sense that all of it passing away. And sometimes, when I am excessively hopeful and blithe, a trouble is looming in the distance: so that I often get to look upon gloom in me with content, and to fear a happy mood. Still this maybe be absurd- I feel that it is absurd. Perhaps my day is dawning at last.”

Art is the Flower - Life is the Green Leaf. Let every artist strive to make his flower a beautiful living thing, something that will convince the world that there may be, there are, things more precious more beautiful - more lasting than life itself.

What i did not know when I was very young was that nothing can take the past away: the past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.

What changes when you are there before my eyes is that you become unpredictable. What you are about to do is unknown to me. I follow you. You act. And with what you do, I fall in Love again.

When you are away, you are nevertheless present for me for me. This presence is multiform: it consists of countless images, passages, meanings, things known, landmarks, yet the whole remains marked by your absence, in that it is diffuse. It is as if your person becomes a place, your contours horizons. I live in you then like living in a country. You are everywhere. Yet in that country I can never meet you face to face.