I have awakened to a life that was somehow built in some sort of darkness, or haze. I cannot recall how it all happened that everything around me was arranged, how the things people know about me were done. Somehow. For reasons unknown, I have become someone that others can depend on to get things done, that surreptitiously, I have grown up into this man that understands responsibilities. It is all very strange to me. But there is only one course now, in this great river of the world: that I take hold of what is before me, and make of it the best I know how. Even if I know not how this came to be, nor what is to come. That is the way of the world, and this I must fathom.
a nameless flower
3:21pm tuesday, 3rd march
Acceptannce of what is before us can bring a sort of clarity,in itself.
a nameless flower
3:46pm tuesday, 3rd march
a favourite poem I like to read when I am feeling introspective.
Progress
And once again the depths of my life rush onward,
as if they were moving in wider channels now.
Things are becoming more close to me
and all images more thoroughly looked upon.
I feel more comfortable with that which is nameless,:
With my senses, as with birds, I reach up
into the windy heavens out of the oak,
and in those pools broken off from the day,
my feeling, as if standing on fishes, descends.
~ Rilke
a nameless flower