“Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
Sunday, 13 September 2015
HERE AND GONE
"For a moment, while you held me fast in your outstretched arms, I thought the river stood still and did not flow...
Hush, hush, all things pass with the waters of the eastward-flowing river."
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