Rilke says to celebrate the questions. 1. A truth has circled me like a persistent fly, zooming in close and then away again. When I stare straight at it, it becomes momentarily clear. Then suddenly it’s gone disappearing into thin air. The truth hurts almost as much as my perception of my Being Broken has wounded me, at […]
We are all falling.
So much beauty [in the world]. And so much pain. Often it is easier to see the atrophy of humankind, on our planet and in our lives. Today I am blessed by someone passing along this poem by Rainer Maria Rilke. Autumn The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up, as if orchards […]
