"....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

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Rolling on

The farther
The closer
Breathe in
I see you
Seems like
Déjà vous

Eyes closed
Almost there
Slowly  open
Just disappear

It’s true
Every word
Has wings
Like a bird

Some stay
With the breeze
Others leave
In just a sneeze

Dreamy meadow
Long grass
I sit upon
Turns brass

It’s silence
Past night
I hear your call
Black kite

Fly past
Swift as an arrow
Not so fast
Could be narrow

Make way
Beyond yesterday
Coz today
Is another day

Don’t think
Just act
All’s safe
 It’s a fact

Tread on
One step a time
Hold on
It’s but  a rhyme…

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