Post by David Roden

Encounter We are riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red rose wing in the darkness And suddenly a hare ran across the road One of us pointed to us with his hand That was long ago, today neither of them is alive Not the hare nor the man who made the gesture Oh my love, where are they, where are they going The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder.. ~ Czesław Miłosz ~ 1936 ~ #inspiration #creativity #wisdom #success #meditation #mindfulness #mentalhealth #healing #integrity #resilience #growth #future #davidrodenquotes #poetry #czesław miłosz