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Letter to Lisa Heise

“You might notice that in some ways the effects of our winter experiences are similar. You write of a constant sense of fullness, an almost overabundance of inner being, which from the outset counterbalances and compensates all deprivations and losses that might possibly come. In the course of my work this last long winter, I have experienced a truth more completely than ever before: that life’s bestowal of riches already surpasses any subsequent impoverishment. What, then, remains to be feared? Only that we might forget this! But around and within us, how much it helps to remember!”

(Rainer Maria Rilke – “Letter to Lisa Heise”, May 19, 1922)

 

Until next time,

Bodhi

Entering

Whoever you maybe: step into the evening. Step out of the room where everything is known. Whoever you are, your house is the last before the far-off. With your eyes, which are almost too tired to free themselves from the familiar, you slowly take one black tree and set it against the sky: slender, alone. And you have made a world.
It is big and like a word, still ripening in silence. And though your mind would fabricate its meaning, your eyes tenderly let go of what they see.

(Rainer Maria Rilke – “Entering” – Book of Images)

Until next time,

Bodhi

Lifting My Eyes

“Lifting my eyes from the book, from the tightly sequenced lines to the full and perfect night: Oh how I like the stars my buried feelings break free, as if a bouquet of wildflowers had come untied. The upswing of the light ones, the bowing of the heavy ones and the delicate ones’ timid curve. Everywhere joy in relation and nowhere grasping; World in abundance and earth enough. “

(Rainer Maria Rilke – “Lifting My Eyes “ – Uncollected Poems)

Until next time,

Bodhi