Saturday, June 5, 2010

The Dark Hours

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

~ Ranier Maria Rilke ~