Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel
how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness
be a bell tower
and you the bell. As you ring,
what
batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the
change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink
is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
In
this uncontainable night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your
senses,
the meaning discovered there.
And
if the world has ceased to hear you,
say to the silent earth: I
flow.
To the rushing water, speak: I am.
By Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus II, 29
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