I can't sleep…
In day’s first hours
consciousness can grasp the world
as the hand grips a sun-warmed stone.
~ Tomas Tranströmer, from “Prelude,“ The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems
Notes: Photo – Howard Schatz (via Nini Poppins). Poem: the distance between two doors
“There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists…”
Image Source: Weheartit. Quote Source: Thank you WhiskeyRiver