To live everything

Few years ago, a friend asked me to consider the words below.

It has taken me a while to finally understand them and myself. 

   „I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart 

and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms

 or books written in a very foreign language.

 Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, 

because you would not be able to live them.

  And the point is to live everything.

  Live the questions now.

 

  Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, 

live your way into the answer.”

 

(Rainer Maria Rilke’s 1903, Letters to a Young Poet)

On winter

It is a cold winter all over the place, frozen trees standing, golden leaves barely moving,


Shadows of people aloof from their lives,


Smoky words uttered in simplicity spread into the stiff air.


It isn't a time of change for those born when we did. 

And while you whisper let me have it my way, as if you know I am bound to words,

- Hope, you say, in the time of winter - 

I see only your hands crossing the borders between seasons.

Autumn encounter