March 20, 2011

Coming to Be

 Nude Study

From infinite longings
finite deeds arise...

But in these dancing tears,
what is often withheld can be found:
our strength.

Book of Images


  1. Excellent post,refreshing,bravo

  2. And so, tears are the bridge between what we long for (what is withheld) and what we are able to do in response. It might take a lifetime to understand that there is strength in that bridge, if I am always longing, not reaching the infinitely "other" side. But truly that melancholy is a strange joy.

  3. i could take the poem even without the last line for it is in that no man's land of unknowing that all of the questions arise. without questions what would we know? not a damn thing.

    between our infinite longings and the answers a tension is born and this acts like a tropism to our soul.

    some of my favorite words, ruth, longing, infinite, melancholy and joy. ha! and strange!


  4. Such deep truths in a few lines.

  5. there are times i embrace the longing - it is my companion and often, the lone voice in the night


"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!