Visions.

Krøyer, Orange Jug with Green Cutting, 1884

Near the wall of a house painted

to look like stone,

I saw visions of God.

A sleepless night that gives others a headache

gave me flowers

opening beautifully inside my brain.

And he who was lost like a dog

will be found like a human being

and brought back home again.

Love is not the last room: there are others

after it, the whole length of the corridor

that has no end.

Yehuda Amichai

Thinking of chunks of spice warming on a radiator. Thanks, Veerle.