. . . our heart always exceeds us
What do we promise, but that which the Other has never yet fully experienced? It's what first attracts -- the polarity of promise -- and yet equally eventually repels, the promise unfulfillable. Rilke's Elegies had to write off love as one of the great fires that was not great enough for pure song. Love mentors the heart's third music, a door but not an end. Because always there is that pull of gravity into the greatest fire (where "a happiness falls," as Rilke concludes the Elegies), the one we'll never find, never quite name, though we try, we try, we try. - Brendan
I love the ending - vastness, hunt, and home. We need it all, yet the mix is rare
I love the ending - vastness, hunt, and home. We need them all, yet they are a rare mix.
"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!