The time will come

when, with elation

you will greet yourself arriving

at your own door, in your own mirror

and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored

for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.

– Derek Walcott –

Ph : Daniel Murtagh

… by the way animals walked that they were keeping time to some kind of music. Maybe it was the song in their own hearts that they walked to.

– Laura Adams Armer – Waterless Mountain

Ph : Ruslan Lobanov