The Opera Garnier dome, painted by Marc Chagall
Let yourself not be misled by the notes
that fall to you from the generous wind.
Wait watchfully. Hands that are eternal
may come to play upon your strings.
Early Journals
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I'm not quite sure what Rilke means by this, but, viscerally, I'm skeptical of ignoring the notes that fall from a generous wind. May we not enjoy those notes while we wait watchfully for those eternal hands to play upon our strings?
ReplyDeletemy own experiencing of this is in the moment when something entirely unexpected walks in the door - metaphorically - the magic fairy for example and plays me. it's an exceptional experience that has sometimes showed up in my teaching, my writing, my photography, my speaking, my painting and even my cooking! steven
ReplyDeletemakes me wonder of our moments of discord though, our dissonance? who plays us then? or is that born of our not allowing, but instead of behaving very badly, as stubborn children?
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