All the Soarings of My Mind...

All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.

The only journey is the one within.

Spring has returned. 

The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

Love consists in this, 

that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

Live your questions now, 

and perhaps even without knowing it, 

you will live along some distant day into your answers.

Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses 

who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.

If your daily life seems poor, 

do not blame it; 

blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; 

for the Creator, there is no poverty.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; 

if it were voices instead of colors, 

there would be an unbelievable shrieking 

into the heart of the night.

This is the miracle that happens 

every time to those who really love: 

the more they give, 

the more they possess.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.
~Rainer Maria Rilke

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