Tuesday, June 27, 2006
inbox indiscretions # 16...
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousnes.
Give me your hand.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~
(Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)
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Guard within yourself that treasure, kindness.
Know how to give without regret, how to acquire without meanness;
know how to replace in your heart,
by the happiness of those you love, the
happiness that may be wanting to yourself.
George Sand
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