sunrise over the source
... And they say that life is a dream: not that
not dream alone. Dream is a slice of life.
A tangled piece in which his face
and reality bites and weaves together
like golden animals Kings of Thebes
taken from her death (the break).
dream brocade is the one you low flows
dream is a tree, a gloss that goes, a sound -
a feeling that in you begins and ends
is a dream; an animal that looks you in the eye
's dream, an angel who enjoys up
's dream. Dream is the word that gentle Case
falls in your feeling like a petal
that you remain in the hair: light, confused and exhausted -
you raise the hands and then comes dream
comes into it as the fall of a ball -
almost all dreams -
but you wear it all.
You carry it all. And what you wear's beautiful.
Just as with your hair loaded with it.
And from the depths comes it comes from the heights
it to you and is used by your grace ...
Because where you are has nothing waited in vain,
to take things up nowhere damage
and I feel like I'd already , seen
animals that get in your eyes bathe
and drink your presence clear.
only who you are, I do not know. I do sing
only your price: Story Circle
a soul
garden around a house,
in the windows I saw the sky -
And if it is night - which have large star
not reflected in these windows ...
-Rilke
Off: Poems 1906-1910 (Paris, June 1906)
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