Sunday, May 23, 2010

You are the future


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You are the future,
the red sky before sunrise
over the fields of time.
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You are the cock's crow when night is done,
you are the dew and the bells of matins,
maiden, stranger, mother, death.
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You create yourself in ever-changing shapes 
that rise from the stuff of our days---
unsung, unmourned, undescribed,
like a forest we never knew.
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You are the deep innerness of all things,
the last word that can never be spoken.
To each of us you reveal yourself differently:
to the ship as coastline, to the shore as a ship.
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~ Rainer Maria Rilke 
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(Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God)
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