“If you trust in Nature, in the small Things that hardly anyone sees and that can so suddenly become huge, immeasurable; if you have this love for what is humble and try very simply, as someone who serves, to win the confidence of what seems poor: then everything will become easier for you.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Manta Tubbataha by Maria Teresa Lara (tetlara) on 500px.com
Manta Tubbataha by Maria Teresa Lara

I have an unusual love of rays. I couldn’t really tell you why other than I think that they are incredibly graceful and amazingly beautiful in the way their symmetrical bodies glide through the water. No real point here, Just felt like sharing.

Music by Ryan Adams, “Starlite Diner”


Ignorant Before the Heavens of My Life

Ignorant before the heavens of my life,
I stand and gaze in wonder. Oh the vastness
of the stars. Their rising and descent. How still.
As if I didn’t exist. Do I have any
share in this? Have I somehow dispensed with
their pure effect? Does my blood’s ebb and flow
change with their changes? Let me put aside
every desire, every relationship
except this one, so that my heart grows used to
its farthest spaces. Better that it live
fully aware, in the terror of its stars, than
as if protected, soothed by what is near.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

“They are the efforts of someone who, overarced by stars that are human handiwork, and who . . . goes with his very being into language, reality-wounded and reality-seeking.”

Reblogged from apoetreflects:

apoetreflects:“Only one thing remain[s] reachable, close, and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remain[s] secure against loss.”—Paul Celan

“Only one thing remain[s] reachable, close, and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remain[s] secure against loss.”

~ Paul Celan


I Can Still See You

I can still see you: an Echo,
to be touched with Feeler-
Words, on the Parting-

Your face softly shies away,
when all at once there is
lamp-like brightness
in me, at the Point,
where most painfully one says Never.

~ Paul Celan


Music by Alison Krauss, “Can’t Find My Way Home”

“No matter how often I tell myself that chance happenings of this kind occur far more often than we suspect, since we all move, one after the other, along the same roads mapped out for us by our origins and our hopes, my rational mind is nonetheless unable to lay the ghosts of repetition that haunt me with ever greater frequency.” ~ W. G. Sebald

Lagoon Nebula


“I suppose it is submerged realities that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality.But perhaps there is something else as well, something nebulous, gauze-like through which everything one sees in a dream seems, paradoxically, much clearer. A pond becomes a lake, a breeze becomes a storm, a handful of dust is a desert, a grain of sulphur in the blood is a volcanic inferno. What manner of theatre is it, in which we are at once playwright, actor, stage manager, scene painter and audience?”

~ W. G. Sebald, The Rings of Saturn

Music by Melody Gardot, “Deep Within the Corners of My Mind”