"....have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

THE WIND


Faceless it mutters
Breathless it stutters
Mouthful it fills
Lifeless it kills

Naked it moves
Noises of hooves
Wingless it flies
Traceless it dies

In silence it passes
Unknowing it caresses
Can feel but can’t touch
Either too less or too much

Whirling it chases
Waves to rocky faces
Twirling it shudders
Charging at rudders

Singing at times
Mourning  at times
Angry at times
Peaceful sometimes

Rouses the fires
Douses them flames
Changes by clock
Pushes clouds amok

Breathes life from within..
..Every soul kith and kin
Stays forever
Stop it does never!
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