Monday, October 11, 2010

darkness, of whom I am born



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You, darkness, of whom I am born -
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I love you more than the flame
that limits the world
to the circle it illumines 
and excludes all the rest
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But the dark embraces everything:
shapes and shadows, creatures and me,
people, nations - just as they are.
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It lets me imagine
a great presence stirring beside me.
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I believe in the night.
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~ Rainer Maria Rilke
from The Book of Monastic Life, I,11
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