You have had many and great sadnesses, which passed. And you say that even this passing was hard for you and put you out of sorts. But, please, consider whether these great sadnesses have not rather gone right through the center of yourself?
Whether much in you has not altered, whether you have not somewhere, at some point of your being, undergone a change while you were sad?
Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches, and yet a little way beyond the outworks of our divining, perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with greater confidence than our joys.
For they are the moments when something new has entered into us, something unknown; our feelings grow mute in shy perplexity, everything in us withdraws, a stillness comes, and the new, which no one knows, stands in the midst of it and is silent.
how does Rilke know?
inquiry for today~ what is wisdom?
It is Spring again.
The Earth is like a child
that knows poems by heart.