May Morning Dew in a Yogi's Garden
From Letters to a Poet by,Rilke ; an aubade to a spring garden;
dear Sir, of the world that you carry inside you, and call this thinking whatever you want to: a remembering of your own childhood or a yearning toward a future of your own - only be attentive to what is arising within you, and place that above everything you perceive around you. What is happening on your innermost self is worthy of your entire love; somehow you must find a way to work at it, and not lose too much time or too much courage in clarifying your attitude toward people
The art of being true to one self and living in this world is at best always a compromise,even to the purest amongst us, maybe fluidity and flexibility make us better artists, when all is said and done
Read Moredear Sir, of the world that you carry inside you, and call this thinking whatever you want to: a remembering of your own childhood or a yearning toward a future of your own - only be attentive to what is arising within you, and place that above everything you perceive around you. What is happening on your innermost self is worthy of your entire love; somehow you must find a way to work at it, and not lose too much time or too much courage in clarifying your attitude toward people
The art of being true to one self and living in this world is at best always a compromise,even to the purest amongst us, maybe fluidity and flexibility make us better artists, when all is said and done