I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.
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Jessie Prince
@jessiexprince
@yaga.journal
“I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make every moment holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough just to lie before you like a thing, shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will, as it goes toward action; and in those quiet, sometimes hardly moving times, when something is coming near, I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body, and I never want to be blind, or to be too old to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold. I don’t want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie, and I want my grasp of things to be true before you. I want to describe myself like a painting that I looked at closely for a long time, like a saying that I finally understood, like the pitcher I use every day, like the face of my mother, like a ship that carried me through the wildest storm of all.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
Originally published in Paradiso Issue 9
