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“Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence. I know that my trunk rose from his warmth, but that's all, because my branches hardly move at all near the ground, and just wave a little in the wind.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“Often a star
was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you
out of the distant path, or as you walked
under an open window, a violin
yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“You've seen my descent, now watch my rising.”
― Rumi

“You are the universe in ecstatic motion.”
― Rumi