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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