From Rainer Maria Rilke

Yet no matter how deeply I go down into myself
my God is dark, like a webbing made
of a hundred roots, that drink in silence.
I know that my trunk rose from his warmth, but that’s all,
because my branches hardly move at all
near the ground, and just wave a little in the wind.

~ by sacredblasphemies on 08/30/2011.

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