From a Master: Rainer Maria Rilke
Overflowing heavens of squandered stars flame brilliantly above your troubles. Instead of into your pillows, weep up towards them. There, at the already weeping, at the ending visage, slowing thinning out, ravishing worldspace begins. Who will interrupt, once you force your way there, the current? No one. You may panic, and fight that overwhelming course of stars that streams towards you. Breathe. Breathe the darkness of the earth and again look up! Again. Lightly and facelessly depths lean... Sign in to see full entry.