Always Rilke- This time, from Paris, with love

                                                                                                                 

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone
enough
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small
enough
to be to you just object and thing,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.

 I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection, 

never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue. 

I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everday jug,
like my mother's face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Wonder

Strigat

Daca cineva crede diferit fata de tine, nu-l numi:
Eretic
Blasfemiator
Minicinos
Idiot
Orb
Malefic
Înselat
Pierdut
Delusional
Numeste-l prieten. Frange painea cu el, discuta ceea ce credeti si convingerile voastre. Foarte probabil, vei afla ca sunteti de acord in mai multe lucruri decat ai banuit.
Chris Martin.

Scara

 "Imaginează-ți că în fiecare 

dimineață

pleci de acasă cu o scară la subraț.

poți face ce vrei cu ea -

s-o pui sub geamul cuiva

ca să-i intri in suflet

       s-o folosești ca să urci cu privirea

până în vârful copacilor sau chiar până la cer.

poți să n-o folosești și să mergi cu ea la subraț

toată ziua sau poți să cobori pe ea până undeva

în adâncul tău.

ți-am zis, faci ce vrei cu ea

dar nu uita, diminețile, când pleci de acasă

nu pleci cu mâna goală. ai o scară cu tine."

Iv cel naiv

Landscape through an weeping eye

Oh, my soul
Oh, how you worry
Oh, how you're weary, from fearing you lost control
This was the one thing, you didn't see coming
And no one would blame you, though
If you cried in private
If you tried to hide it away, so no one knows
No one will see, if you stop believing

Oh, my soul
You are not alone
There's a place where fear has to face the God you know
One more day, He will make a way
Let Him show you how, you can lay this down
'Cause you're not alone

Here and now
You can be honest
I won't try to promise that someday it all works out
'Cause this is the valley
And even now, He is breathing on your dry bones
And there will be dancing
There will be beauty where beauty was ash and stone
This much I know

Oh, my soul
You are not alone
There's a place where fear has to face the God you know
One more day, He will make a way
Let Him show you how, you can lay this down

I'm not strong enough, I can't take anymore
(You can lay it down, you can lay it down)
And my shipwrecked faith will never get me to shore
(You can lay it down, you can lay it down)
Can He find me here
Can He keep me from going under

Oh, my soul
You're not alone
There's a place where fear has to face the God you know
One more day, He will make a way
Let Him show you how, you can lay this down
'Cause you're not alone
Oh, my soul, you're not alone

Constant reminder: There will be beauty where beauty was ash and stone

Wonders of Czech Republic

 

Wonders

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,


hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.

(R.M. Rilke- Early spring)


























Spring has come again. The Earth
is like a child that knows poems by heart.
R.M.R