Syrah Linsley

“We all carry trace fossils within us – the marks that the dead and the missed leave behind. Handwriting on an envelope; the wear on a wooden step left by footfall; the memory of a familiar gesture by someone gone, repeated so often it has worn its own groove in both air and mind: these are trace fossils too. Sometimes, in fact, all that is left behind by loss is trace – and sometimes empty volume can be easier to hold in the heart than presence itself.”
― Robert Macfarlane, Underland: A Deep Time Journey

“I want to utter you. I want to portray you
not with lapis or gold, but with colors made of apple bark.
There is no image I could invent
that your presence would not eclipse.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

“I circle for millennia, around God, around the ancient tower, 
  and still do not know: am I hawk, a storm, or a great song?”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

“I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God