I’m sitting I swear! Just had two crazy days in a row… good days, great days. Tomorrow, my dear hearts! You’ll have a post that will make your toes twinkle. For now, a poem! And what a poem. It is Rilke of course. And one of my favorites. Enjoy! xx
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
a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs.