I am using this blog to collect words, ideas, pictures, and other forms of media that remind me I'm a spiritual being having a human experience. I hope anyone who stumbles upon my blog will be inspired and uplifted.
A poem I like from Rilke's Book of Hours (translation Barrows & Macy, revised by me)
I have many brothers in the South where in their cloister gardens the laurel tree stands. The Madonnas they make are so human, and I often dream of their Titians, through which God glows.
But when I lean over the chasm of myself- (Doch wie ich mich auch in mich selber neige) it seems my God is dark and like a web of a hundred roots silently drinking.
This is his warmth I grew out of.
More I don't know, because my branches rest in deep silence, stirred only by the wind.
A poem I like from Rilke's Book of Hours (translation Barrows & Macy, revised by me)
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where in their cloister gardens the laurel tree stands.
The Madonnas they make are so human,
and I often dream of their Titians,
through which God glows.
But when I lean over the chasm of myself- (Doch wie ich mich auch in mich selber neige)
it seems
my God is dark and like a web
of a hundred roots
silently drinking.
This is his warmth I grew out of.
More I don't know, because my branches
rest in deep silence, stirred only by the wind.