I love the dark hours of my being.




 

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 graveside
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots embrace:
a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs..

~ Rainer Maria Rilke










Art by Erika Pochybova-Johnson
Text & image source: Rivers in the Ocean
https://web.facebook.com/RiversInTheOcean/
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