“وجد الانسان فأوحيت له الموسيقى من العلاء لغة ليست كاللغات تحكى ما يكنه القلب للقلب فهى حديث القلوب و هى كالحب عم تأثيرها الناس”
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“I have come one step away from everything.
And here I stay, far from everything,
one step away.”
― Voices
And here I stay, far from everything,
one step away.”
― Voices
“خيّل إلي في الأمس أني ذرة تتموج مرتجفة في دائرة الحياة بغير انتظام.
واليوم أعرف كل المعرفة أني انا الدائرة وأن الحياة بأسرها تتحرك فيَ بذرات منتظمة.
يقولون في يقظتهم : ما أنت والعالم الذي تعيش فيه سوى حبة رمل على شاطىء غير متناه لبحر غير متناه.
وفي حلمي اقول لهم : أنا هو البحر غير المتناهي . وما جميع العوالم سوى حبات من الرمل على شاطئي”
― Sand and Foam
واليوم أعرف كل المعرفة أني انا الدائرة وأن الحياة بأسرها تتحرك فيَ بذرات منتظمة.
يقولون في يقظتهم : ما أنت والعالم الذي تعيش فيه سوى حبة رمل على شاطىء غير متناه لبحر غير متناه.
وفي حلمي اقول لهم : أنا هو البحر غير المتناهي . وما جميع العوالم سوى حبات من الرمل على شاطئي”
― Sand and Foam
“If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?”
― Sand and Foam
― Sand and Foam
“I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough
to make every moment holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action;
and in those quiet, sometimes hardly moving times,
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
and I want my grasp of things to be
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that carried me
through the wildest storm of all.”
― Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
to make every moment holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action;
and in those quiet, sometimes hardly moving times,
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
and I want my grasp of things to be
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that carried me
through the wildest storm of all.”
― Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
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