LINES FOR WINTER

Tonight as it gets cold

tell yourself

what you know which is nothing

but the tune your bones play

as you keep going.

Mark Strand, from Lines for Winter

Cold and walking, that is all our life seems to be sometimes. We know nothing, of how beautiful and ugly everything can get, how painful and joyful life can be, and yet we soldier on, move on, improvise our lines to the stars, our words on the page, embodying our hopes and strengths in the most spontaneous way we can possibly find, and let the bones play their tunes of unknowing and fearlessness, which is us, immersing in casual wisdom, Zhuang Zi-like flapping through a butterfly’s dream reversing into ours. Cold and walking, marking the ground with our fleeting tune till it fades and turns into snow drops, filling the space of cold and starting all over again.