You, you only, exist.
We pass away, till at last,
our passing is so immense that you arise:
in all your suddenness,
arising in love,
or enchanted in the contraction of work.
To you I belong,
however time may wear me away.
From you to you I go commanded.
In between the garland
is hanging in chance;
but if you take it up and up and up:
all becomes a festival!
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.
Give yourself permission to rest and receive lullabies for your heart.
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
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