“...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...”
“A fallow mind is a field of discontent.”
“There are times to think and times to lie fallow”
“...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...”
“Geese appear high over us,pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,as in love or sleep, holdsthem to their way, clearin the ancient faith: what we needis here. And we pray, notfor new earth or heaven, but to bequiet in heart, and in eye,clear. What we need is here.”
“Like the soil, mind is fertilized while it lies fallow, until a new burst of bloom ensues.”