"....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
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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

THE WIND


Faceless it mutters
Breathless it stutters
Mouthful it fills
Lifeless it kills

Naked it moves
Noises of hooves
Wingless it flies
Traceless it dies
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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Death of a heartbeat


T’was mid summer’s noon
I lay thoughtless
Mind wandering into the depths
Of an empty lagoon
There I lay thinking
How deep have I sank?
Why does it hurt so deep even now?
Tears tear you to pieces somehow 
Or is this the price of being so frank?
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