by Rainer Maria Rilke Want the change. Be inspired by the flame where everything shines as it disappears. The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so much as the curve of the body as it turns away.
What locks itself in sameness has congealed. Is it safer to be gray and numb? What turns hard becomes rigid and is easily shattered.
Pour yourself out like a fountain. Flow into the knowledge that what you are seeking finishes often at the start, and, with ending, begins.
Every happiness is the child of a separation it did not think it could survive. And Daphne, becoming a laurel, dares you to become the wind.
Meanwhile, someplace in the world, somebody is making love and another a poem.
“Some of his poems are as if he’s consoling God for what’s happened to his creation”
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens
to fashion universes out of emptiness
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
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