I came across this poem this morning and it really struck a chord with me. Just wanted to share it's beauty with you and some of the signs of spring that our "springing" up around us.
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small enough to be to you just object and thing, dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying the path which leads to action; and want during times that beg questions, where something is up, to be among those in the know, or else be alone.
I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection, never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection. I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent; for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be true before you;
Want to describe myself like a picture I observed for a long time, one close up, like a new word I learned and embraced, like the everyday jug,
Like my mother's face, like a ship that carried me along through the deadliest storm. ~Rainer Maria Rilke
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