variation on a theme by rilke
emilyinternet:
a certain hour became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me - a sky, air, light:
a being. and before it started to descend
from the height of noon, it leaned over
and struck my shoulder as if with
the flat of a sword, granting me
honor and a task. the day’s blow
rang out, metallic or it was i, a bell awakened,
and what i heard was my whole self
saying and singing what it knew: i can.
—denise levertov (via the poetry prescriptions of dr. sieghart)
veloisto:
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Colores.
A homey-home! Forever love for white w/ pops of interest/color
When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of ‘disaster,’ I remember my mother’s words, and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers - so many caring people in this world.
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