Look, we don't love like flowers with only one season behind us; when we love, a sap older than memory rises in our arms.
Rainer Maria RilkeDeeply I go down into myself. My god is Dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.
Rainer Maria Rilkeand I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song
Rainer Maria RilkeI live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.
Rainer Maria Rilke