I love the dark hours, Rilke

I love the dark hours of my being
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.
Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life that's wide and timeless.


The book of hours,
Love Poems to God
Rainer Maria Rilke


remark:
i had enough of them

tired of writing

tired of writing,
exhausted with words,
a continous buzz of flies
and flocks of birds
humming across my mind

there is too much noise
turning into white
blinding my eyes

I need to
smell the flowers,
the grass of spring,
the rain on my skin.


I embrace life
and trees, cats,
horses and rivers,

to walk out
in silence
and listen to the song
without words.

Sadness gives depth, Osho

“Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That's its balance.”

― Osho, Everyday Osho: 365 Daily Meditations for the Here and Now

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