February 22, 2011
"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 gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
embrace:

a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs."

—

Rainer Maria Rilke

 

(Source: heartmindspirit, via theworldpulse)

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Filed under: poetry Rainer Maria Rilke 
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