After a disturbing couple of days enmeshed in the messiness of life, some worthwhile thoughts from Rainer Marie Rilke, a 19th – 20th century Austrian poet:
“We become so accustomed to you
we no longer look up
when your shadow falls over the book we are reading
and makes it glow. For all things
sing you: at times
we just hear them more clearly.
Often when I imagine you
Your wholeness cascades into many shapes.”
“You are not yet dead, it is not too late
to open your depths by plunging into them
and drink in the life
that reveals itself quietly there.”
