Poetry

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Raison d’être

There they are, in my own handwriting: the words that have been my prayer, evening after evening. I copied them from the books I found them in, so that they would be right in front of me, issued from my hand as if they were my own words. And now I want to write them again, kneeling here before my tablet I want to write them; for in this way I can have them with me longer than when I read them, and every word will last and have time to echo and fade away.

- R. M. Rilke


"Your name was whispered before you were born, and out from the mist your image took form. The Spirit of Life had begun its quest, to learn of itself through the ultimate test: A being of light set free in creation, to master the gift of imagination..."


I am circling around God, around the ancient tower,
and I have been circling for a thousand years,
and I still don’t know if I am a falcon, or a storm,
or a great song.

(Rainer Maria Rilke)

At night, by the fire,
The colors of the bushes
And of the fallen leaves,
Repeating themselves,
Turned in the room,
Like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind.
Yes: but the color of the heavy hemlocks
Came striding.
And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.

(Wallace Stevens)


Raison d’être

There they are, in my own handwriting: the words that have been my prayer, evening after evening. I copied them from the books I found them in, so that they would be right in front of me, issued from my hand as if they were my own words. And now I want to write them again, kneeling here before my tablet I want to write them; for in this way I can have them with me longer than when I read them, and every word will last and have time to echo and fade away.

- R. M. Rilke




Dante's Prayer Lyrics: When the dark wood fell before me And all the paths were overgrown When the priests of pride say there is no other way I tilled the sorrows of stone I did not believe because I could not see Though you came to me in the night When the dawn seemed forever lost You showed me your love in the light of the stars Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me Then the mountain rose before me By the deep well of desire From the fountain of forgiveness Beyond the ice and fire Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me Though we share this humble path, alone How fragile is the heart Oh give these clay feet wings to fly To touch the face of the stars Breathe life into this feeble heart Lift this mortal veil of fear Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears We'll rise above these earthly cares Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me


Your life and my life flow into each other
as wave flows into wave,
and unless there is peace and joy and freedom for you,
there can be no real peace or joy or freedom for me.
To see reality: -- Not as we expect it to be, but as it is.

It is to see that unless we live for each other, and in, and through each other,
we do not really live very satisfactorily.
There can really be life,
only where there really is. In just this sense, love. - Frederick Buechner

This is love:
to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end,
to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self...

Deafened by the voice of desire you are unaware
the Beloved lives in the core of your heart.
Stop the noise and you will hear His voice in the silence...Rumi

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"Your name was whispered before you were born, and out from the mist your image took form. The Spirit of Life had begun its quest, to learn of itself through the ultimate test: A being of light set free in creation, to master the gift of imagination..."