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Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.
Buddha

A wintery poem

How Many Nights / Galway Kinnell

How many nights
have I lain in terror,
O Creator Spirit, Maker of night and day,

only to walk out
the next morning over the frozen world
hearing under the creaking of snow
faint, peaceful breaths . . .
snake,

bear, earthworm, ant . . .
and above me a wild crow crying 'yaw yaw yaw'
from a branch nothing cried from ever in my life.

"to be alive"

We were x-country skiing this afternoon and my friend said, when we stopped to admire the snowy hill, the sun lighting the cloudy sky, all sweaty from the hard work of going up the hill and the fear of crushing down (me - the inexperienced one):

"To be out in nature and be able to feel hot in your body when the weather is cold, this is what it means to be alive".