I love the dark hours of my being......by Ranier Maria Rilke

I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.

There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend,
and understood.

Then the knowing comes:
I can open to another life
that's wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots

Embrace:
a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs.

~ Ranier Maria Rilke