And you wait, expecting that one thing
that your life endlessly shall multiply;
that one powerful, immense thing,
the awakening of stones,
depths, coming back to you.
Volumes of gold and brown emerge
as dawn out of the bookshelves;
and you reflect upon lands traveled through,
on images, on the garments
of women lost once again.
And then you realize suddenly: that was it.
You rise up and before you stands
the fear and shape and prayer
of a year gone by.
-- Rilke, tr. Cliff Crego
Remembrance
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New Year's resolution
I'm going to post this on my zen blog later this week, but right now I want to post it somewhere and I'm too tired to compose a post over…
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how's this work again
So uh hi there everyone, long time no see? So I've got this theory where I think it'd be good for me to just write about stuff that's going on here,…
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o hai lj.
I should totally start using this again.
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