This is not a shadow
Meditation , or,
The dark night gives me the dark eyes, with which
I am looking for Light
Who am I? or, Don't take yourself seriously.
Yeah, finally, nothing to say.
pause. simple like that.
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
Rilke, Autumn . ( Being Poetic at some Moment)
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