I was thinking about how out of infinite resignation rises a tentative will to challenge status quo. How I try one last time knowing fully well that "the last time" is like the horizon - a line that recedes as I approach it. I fall back , get hurt yet don't stay down forever. Every pain heals in the end to reveal new hope. A very long day, and these thoughts must have lead me to Maria Rilke.
Initial
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Out of infinite longings rise
finite deeds like weak fountains,
falling back just in time and trembling.
And yet, what otherwise remains silent,
our happy energies-show themselves
in these dancing tears.
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..
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