Nothing I can say about this poem that the poem doesn't say better ;-)
where everything shines as it disappears.
The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so much
as the curve of the body as it turns away.
Is it safer to be gray and numb?
What turns hard becomes rigid
and is easily shattered.
Flow into the knowledge that what you are seeking
finishes often at the start, and, with ending, begins.
it did not think it could survive. And Daphne, becoming
a laurel,
dares you to become the wind.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~
(In Praise of Mortality, translated and edited by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)
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