“There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt
so hard they can't hope
― Rumi, Essential Rumi
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the world is frozen
the snow lies even on the ground
a frigid blanket
enfolding the earth in an icy grip
that is unmerciful
all that is life
is buried beneath
beneath
branches once laden with fruit
and alive
with color
are imprisoned
in an icy grip
as even the moisture of the air
is made crystalline
in the unrelenting cold
every thing
is in a grip which freezes
and stills
until one can barely breath
in this icy moment
it feels as if these woods will never
feel warmth again
never again stir and come to life
but as the sun
rises
struggling into a pale sky
the frozen world
glitters with inner fire
whispering that this
will pass, will pass
and life again will stir
in these frozen woods
and in the frozen reaches
of my
soul
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