*Do not be afraid to love. If you have faith and love you can conquer any fear in life.* J.Twardowski The Three Oddest Words When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it. When I pronounce the word Nothing, I make something no non-being can hold. ~~Wislawa Szymborska~~ The Broken Chain We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name. In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone; for parts of us went with you, that day God called you home. You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide; and though we cannot see you, you are always at our side. Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same; but as God calls us one by one, the Chain will link again. ~~Unknown~~ Questionnaire Aren`t you amazed by wise imperfection carefully devised coincidence don`t you wonder at the unceasing heart solitude that asks for nothing and promises nothing what an ant can transport willow grove all yellow, and snowdrops, love that appears without our permission green malachite that tins the air a look from an unexpected direction drop of milk which against a black background turns blue tears supossedly singular but always universal faith older than the oldest notions of God anxiety of the good ministrations of trees friendship of animals doubt assumed with faith deaf and dumb joy truth finally true not chopped to bits can you stop writing in order to start reading? ~~Jan Twardowski~~ Hope Hope is with you when you believe The earth is not a dream but living flesh, that sight, touch, and hearing do not lie, That all thing you have ever seen here Are like a garden looked at from a gate. You cannot enter. But you're sure it's there. Could we but look more clearly and wisely We might discover somewhere in the garden A strange new flower and an unnamed star. Some people say that we should not trust our eyes, That there is nothing, just a seeming, There are the ones who have no hope. They think the moment we turn away, The world, behind our backs, ceases to exist, As if snatched up by the hand of thieves. ~~Czeslaw Milosz~~ Possibilities I prefer movies. I prefer cats. I prefer the oaks along the river. I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky. I prefer myself liking people to myself loving mankind. I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case. I prefer the color green. I prefer not to maintain that reason is to blame for everything. I prefer exceptions. I prefer to leave early. I prefer talking to doctors about something else. I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations. I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems. I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries that can be celebrated every day. I prefer moralists who promise me nothing. I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind. I prefer the earth in civvies. I prefer conquered to conquering countries. I prefer having some reservations. I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order. I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages. I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves. I prefer dogs with uncropped tails. I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark. I prefer desk drawers. I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here to many things I've also left unsaid. I prefer zeroes on the loose to those lined up behind a cipher. I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars. I prefer to knock on wood. I prefer not to ask how much longer and when. I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being. ~~Wislawa Szymborska~~ Admission I used to lock knowledge in drawers list arachnids arthropods and vertebrates I confused the first star with the last in the sky without understanding rocks I named them in my notebook scribbled down observations I knew that once robins and yellow wagtails arrive you can sleep with the window open that orioles and corncrakes bring the first storm that a woodcock tarvels by night only and a pointer has brows over its eyes I recognized a wood-grouse by its green breast kingfisher by the red legs I noticed that a squirrel is white underneath that lapwings rest their beaks on the ground that no flower pollinated at night turns out dark that in May shorter plants flower and in June taller they say that one can search for probability and lose the truth that PhD these are counted now not read that it`s easy to seduce a king much harder to get an audience that there are more proofs for the existence of God than for the existence of man that hell is simply meaningless life in the cemetery I once read: „Here lies Maria Dymek, to God she gave her soul, to earth – her body, to the Jesuits – her home. All is well.” I also clutched theology by the hand I asked if an angel would be bearable as confessor I classified sins into mortal meaning quiet, and venial – noisy ones I peeped at purity from both sides of snow And finally shrugged my shoulders: after all words Give only half the picture ~~Jan Twardowski~~ Preserve Us Preserve us, preserve us, Earth! As you preserve burned grass Or a lightning-scorched, bleeding tree Falling quietly where people pass. Preserve us, preserve us, Sea, Whether we swim out or not. Light as a gull-feather be To the child asleep in its cot. Preserve us, preserve us, Love, Lead us again back home, When we are going, searching for light, Bare, to each other unknown. Preserve us, preserve us, Time, Teach us to forget all we've known When the sun arises, when we return Having crossed into the Unknown. ~~One Baliukonyte~~ ::HOME:: ::MAP:: ::MAIL::