Sunday, March 7, 2010

I love the dark hours of my being



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I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood
Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life that’s wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a graveside
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
     embrace:

a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs.
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~ Rainer Maria Rilke
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