by a thorn that caused an infection, which killed him. Perhaps the poet sparked the more romantic and metaphorical legend himself as he wasdying from leukemia. As Nietzsche wrote, and Rilke believed: Theessential function of art is to think and feel existence to that conclusionwhich convinces us of its perfection to affirm, bless and deify existence.
From Rilkes Bowl of Roses~
~And aren't they all that way? just self-containing,
if self-containing means: to transform the world
with its wind and rain and springtime's patience
and guilt and restlessness and obscure fate
and the darkness of evening earth and even
the changing clouds, coming and going,
even the vague intercession of distant stars,
into a handful of inner life.
It now lies free of care in these open roses.
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~A billion stars go spinning through the night, glittering above your head.But in you is the presence that will be, when all the stars are dead.
~Our heart always transcends usLove is the only rational act.
~If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, liketrees.~How should we be able to forget those ancient myths about dragons that at the least moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave; and our fears are like dragons guarding our deepest treasures.~We are the bees of the invisible. We wildly collect the honey of the visible,to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.
~There is only one journey. Going inside yourself.