Rilke

60″ x 36″ acrylic on canvas “I have hymns you haven’t head. There is an upward soaring in which …

“the one its living roots embrace…”

“What casts a spell over other gods lets this most cunning god escape…”

“You, the great homesickness we could never shake off…”

The claims made upon us by the hard work of love are bigger than life and essential to our unfolding…

All things are the body of the violin, filled with murmuring darkness.

I will receive your glance as a fountain in which things can disappear and above which the sky trembles, both eager and afraid to fall in.

the secrecy of fate and the darkness of Earth at evening-

I would like to shelter it, among remote lost objects, in some dark and silent place that doesn’t resonate when the depths resound…

grasp the ripened fruit of it, and revel in the juices that escape your eager lips, running down your chin…

I yearn to belong to something, to be contained, In an all-embracing mind that sees me…

Open your Heart fully, stand on the precipice, sacrifice it all…