sõber varblane

Tere-tere, väike varblane! Sina siis oma sõprade ja sugulastega elutsedki mu aknalaua all. Müdistate seal nii usinasti, et mul on tekkinud kahtlus, kas tahate tekitada otseteed mu tuppa. Selliste külmade ilmadega nagu täna saaksite siis vähekeseks sooja tulla küll.

poeedid teavad

Vähemasti poeedid on seda ammust aega teadnud!

“The main realization for me wasn’t the fact that plants themselves must be something more than we give them credit for, but what if everything around us is much more than we give it credit for, whether it’s animal, plant, bacteria, whatever.” (Evolutionary ecologist Monica Gagliano)
What if everything around us is intelligent in its own way, and we’re just not smart enough to see it?

At least poets have known it always!

kuulates talvevihma

Late at night, listening to the winter rain
Recalling my youth —
Was it only a dream? Was I really young once?

- Ryōkan -

(Hilisel öötunnil, kuulates talvevihma/meenutan noorust./Kas oli see vaid uni?/Kas olin tõesti kord noor?)