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random musings for traveling souls...
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To Rilke...
You must change your life,
the poet said.
But into what, I wondered?
and how?
I want to be moved,
rattled at the foundation
torn splinters in my being
until what is left
is all that matters.
Is it love?
or beauty?
the rush of fear?
or the high of substance?
remembering, discovering, forgetting.
I wander about the corridors
of my memory
searching for something constant.
And I think it is this,
this longing to stumble upon something
essential, or pure, or true,
something that is both real and tangible
and something that must be suspended in faith.
I have traveled in circles,
Going, coming.
Seeking, finding.
It seems it’s never enough.
But should it be?
What is enough?
Enough growth.
Enough magic.
Enough peace.
Perhaps I am ok with wanting more,
with living constantly on the brink of the end,
the precipice of beginning.
And so someday,
To some young aspiring poet, so too, shall I
turn and say,
You must change your life.
And you must change it daily.
Lost in translation (via Suiane Maria)
