dormant?

friendly earthiness

I have been recognizing the importance of being grounded, and what a challenge it is for me. Its like i am a bulb, uprooted from its home and familiarities and planted somewhere else. I have been buried deep into the earth, (well, six feet is more accurate), and it can be terrifying. I feel helpless. But if this is where i am at, i can make friends with the dirt and earth and shit around me so that i can sprout when its time.

Lament

O how all things are far removed
and long have passed away.
I do believe the star,
whose light my face reflects,
is dead and has been so
for many thousand years.

I had a vision of a passing boat
and heard some voices saying disquieting things.
I heard a clock strike in some distant house...
but in which house?...

I long to quiet my anxious heart
and stand beneath the sky's immensity.
I long to pray...
And one of all the stars
must still exist.
I do believe that I would know
which one alone
endured,
and which like a white city stands
at the ray's end shining in the heavens.


Rainer Rilke

Thank you, Paul, for sharing this with me

reach

i need
longer arms
more hands
to reach

higher

structure

support

grounds