I have been reading Rainer Maria Rilke's elegies this weekend. I never had before. Such a loss not to have found him before. Throughout these poems he wonders and grieves our transience and the indescribableness of our interior life. We sweep through life that is filled with the solid and concrete but that which seems to be our core leaves no mark. How can something that is so real to us pass from one moment to the next and be entirely new?
I think it is the enigmatic indescribableness that drives us to want to be known. If someone could just see us entirely for who we are wouldn't we be fixed eternally? If fully known and yet loved, wouldn't we be eternally content?
"Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? . . . the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee . . . ." The all-seeing. The all-loving. Our eternal desire.
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I see you, my love. You are fully known and fully loved. To see you contented is to see the beauty and warmth of your smile and know your open heart that you give so generously to me. At my deepest core, there you are...essentially, eternally, exaltingly.
ReplyDeleteYours, Kelly