"....have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Friday, August 26, 2011


At the edge
Eagerly, she waited
To flap out her wings
To fly over the mountain ledge

On a broken window sill
Listening, she sat
To the sounds of worthy prey
To swoop down on her kill

Over the tree tops
Elegantly, she flew
To where the winds took her
To move on till her heart stops

On a brambled bush
Momentarily, she perched
To feel the cool breeze
To lift up with a l’il jerky push

Deep in the woods
Her soulmate, she found
To love she surrendered
To rise high above earthly goods

Inside the nest
Together, they built
To hold on to one another
To dream of the very best

Come spring
The flowers bloom
She cuddles her babies
Beneath her feathered wing

The time has come
They are ready to fly
She heaves a heavy sigh
Knowing she has to let go of some

It’s a beautiful scene
As they embrace
Eager to fly out
It’s a wonder
What such love could mean

And now she waits
Looking out into the deep blue sky
To start life anew
Even though she had to part with a few!

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