Sonnets to Orpheus, Part Two, XII
Want the change. Be inspired by the flame
where everything shines as it disappears.
The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so much
as the curve of the body as it turns away.
What locks itself in sameness has congealed.
Is it safer to be gray and numb?
What turns hard becomes rigid
and is easily shattered.
Pour yourself out like a fountain.
Flow into the knowledge that what you are seeking
finishes often at the start, and with ending, begins.
Every happines is the child of a separation
it did not think it could survive. And Daphne, becoming
dares you to become the wind.
~Rainer Maria Rilke~
(In Praise of Mortality, translated and edited by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)
Let not my love be call’d idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence,
Therefore my verse, to constancy confin’d,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
“Fair,” “kind,” and “true” is all my argument,
“Fair,” “kind,” and “true” varying to other words,
And in this change is my inventions spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
“Fair,” “kind,” and “true” have often liv’d alone.
Which three till now never kept seat in one.
stands for all things,
even those things that don't flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing.
St. Francis and the Sow
DIE BEFORE YOU DIE
Ironic, but one of the most intimate acts
of our body is
So beautiful appeared my death---knowing who then I would kiss,
I died a thousand times before I died.
“Die before you die,” said the Prophet
Have wings that feared ever
touched the Sun?
I was born when all I once
~Rabia of Basra~