in my mind

 In winter's cold and sparkling snow,
The garden in my mind does grow.
I look outside to blinding white,
And see my tulips blooming bright.
And over there a sweet carnation,
Softly scents my imagination.

In my mind, clematis climbs,
And morning glories do entwine.
Woodland phlox and scarlet pinks,
Replace the frost, if I just blink.
My inner eye sees past the snow.
And in my mind, my garden grows.

/Cheryl Magic-Lady, Winter Garden/

Winter Sun

To light, to water, 

and the flow of birds
through ancient stars.

To the wild sun of winter

     startling the dark green trees: 

giants of majestic silence.
To snow on roofs
and the peace of Sunday.
To quiet and certitude,
     to breathing, to air.
To acceptance, to dreams.
To disclosures of the sleeping heart,
     for air, for light.

/Malca Litovitz, Winter Sun/

... tikai ar sirdi...

Kas mūs var šķirt no Dieva mīlestības? 
Mēs to atrodam visur, kur vien ejam;

un, ja mēs to neredzam, mums ir jātic, ka tā ir klātesoša. 

Skaidri saredzēt tu vari tikai ar sirdi. 

Nozīmīgākās lietas ir acīm slēptas.

/A. de Sentekziperī/