"....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

Wednesday, March 19, 2014


I am a stranger
While you can, remind me who I am
I search for me when I can
To know more, sometimes less
I saw a part of me run down a tunnel
I know not when..

I am a stranger
I look for me every now and then
Hoping to find the part I lost
Stumbling unseen down the tunnel
I peeked in every time to pen