Rainer Maria Rilke
I find that as I enter the hibernation period, I often stock up on words. Words that reflect the little light that is left as the twilight of the year arrives. Verses that remind me there is delight in dormancy and breadth in darkness.
awaken. revel in the heat of your own flames. the song begins. you are not alone.
And so I thought it was him, that I needed him, and that delusional lesson got flattened into my soul and I never knew it until I grew up, started doing some difficult inner work, and untangled this ancient, hallucinatory knot that got me stuck, and tied up and twisted into a piece of ...
Love the questions like locked rooms or books written in a foreign tongue.