Often when I imagine you,
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer,
and I am dark;
I am forest.
Rainer Maria Rilke,from Rilke’s Book of Hours, I, 45.
(via breathe-of-midwinter)
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Often when I imagine you,
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer,
and I am dark;
I am forest.
Rainer Maria Rilke,from Rilke’s Book of Hours, I, 45.
(via breathe-of-midwinter)
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