Often when I imagine you
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer
and I am dark, I am forest.
— Rilke, The Book of Hours I
(Source: frenchtwist, via thesensualstarfish)
Often when I imagine you
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer
and I am dark, I am forest.
— Rilke, The Book of Hours I
(Source: frenchtwist, via thesensualstarfish)
