Sunday, February 23, 2020

a thousand walls

We must not portray you in king's robes,
you drifting mist that brought forth the morning.

Once again from the old paintboxes
we take the same gold for scepter and crown
that has disguised you through the ages.

Piously we produce our images of you
till they stand around you like a thousand walls  
And when our hearts would simply open,
our fervent hands hide you.

~ Rainer Rilke
from The Book of Monastic Life
 art by marika-k