Saturday, March 17, 2018

Rilke on Memory and Nikita Gill's The Truth About Your Heart


Tree hearts, growing wildly...




"And it is not yet enough to have memories.  You must be able to forget them when they are many, and you must have the immense patience to wait until they return.  For the memories themselves are not important.  Only when they have changed into our very blood, into glance and gesture, and are nameless, no longer to be distinguished from ourselves---only then can it happen that in some very rare hour the first word of a poem arises in their midst and goes forth from them." 

                           ~ Rainer Maria Rilke, from 'The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge'


4 comments:

  1. The Truth About Your Heart: Wow!!

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  2. Right, Kelly? I hope all is well with you. Blessings & Love! xo

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  3. Beautiful, just beautiful. I'm so glad I've discovered your blog!

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  4. Thank you, Jennifer. I'm so glad you stopped by!!!! xo

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One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever come to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on the way. ~Vincent Van Gogh~ Pull up a chair...

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