Sunday, November 29, 2009


"Be patient towards all that is unresolved in you and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms, like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Live the questions now."
-Rainer Maria Rilke
I can remember the first time I read those words. I was in my early twenties and I was composed entirely of the unresolved. Now, in my mid-thirties, I have glimpsed the hem of resolution. When a moment of clarity arises, I want to grasp it and hold it and in that attempt I crystallize around that passing glimpse of truth, hardening at the edges. This pertinent piece of advice from Rilke's, "Letters to a Young Poet", rings as true today as it did 15 years ago and I am reminded to breathe into the question and be patient.


Saints and Spinners said...

It's time for me to read Letters to a Young Poet again. We are in similar life-stages, I think. Thank you for visiting my blog! I enjoyed and appreciated your comment on my last story.


Wind said...

Ah, Rilke, On the counter of Lifeways, so many years ago... You have always been a seeker after truth, it's so beautiful to witness your birth, the one that last's a lifetime, not the one that lasts a day. The birth that you have claimed with such devotion, no matter the pain, no matter that old familiar moment, "I don't know if I can continue, this is so hard!" You have long been focused on breathing into the process, thus love is born continuously through your body.

OnceWasLost said...

Love ya sis...And miss you..

Times are tough here in many ways...

Hoping they get better..

your bro