Go To the Limits of Your Longing God speaks to each of us as he makes us,then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall,go to the limits of your longing.Embody me. Flare up like a flameand make big shadows I can… Continue reading Rania Maria Rilke
Made of stone, eternal and animalistic, beautiful and cold, soulless, and yet filled with a hidden, terrifying life. He was surrounded by the aura of a tranquil emptiness, with air and stars, with this desolate death. — Hermann Hesse, Demian (Suhrkamp, January 1, 1974) Originally published Suhrkamp (January 1, 1974.
I am alone but not alone enough to make every moment holy. — Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God (Riverhead Hardcover; 2nd prt. Edition, March 19, 1996) Originally published April 1, 1905.
And the loneliest people above all contribute most to commonality. I have said before that in this vast melody of life, some learn more, some less; therefore, in this big orchestra, everyone has his own role. The one who can perceive the entire melody is at the same time the loneliest and the closest to… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
I would like to sing someone to sleep,to sit beside someone and be there.I would like to rock you and sing softlyand go with you to and from sleep.I would like to be the one in the housewho knew: The night was cold.And I would like to listen in and listen outinto you, into the… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
…If we surrendered to earth’s intelligencewe could rise up rooted, like trees. Instead we entangle ourselvesin knots of our own makingand struggle, lonely and confused. So like children, we begin again… to fall,patiently to trust our heaviness.Even a bird has to do thatbefore he can fly. ― Rainer Maria Rilke, from “How Sure Gravity’s Law,”… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
) The wreckage of stars — I built a world from this wreckage. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Dithyrambs of Dionysus (Anvil Press Poetry, June 1, 2004) Originally 1888.
You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet. ― Franz Kafka
I live in my dreams—that’s what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That’s the difference. — Herman Hesse, Demian ( Suhrkamp, January 1, 1974) Originally published Suhrkamp (January 1, 1974.
I have this vision: That I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way. Not needing words; the barest of glimpses would suffice for you and me. – Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena (Schocken; Rev Upd edition April 7, 1990)