transient beauty

My life isn’t this hurtling hour,

in which you see me scuttling.

I am a tree, standing in front of so much…

I am the pause between two notes

that may somehow always be out of harmony

because Death’s note wants to win-

But in the dark interval

they reconcile, trembling.

And the Song remains beautiful.


Rilke, “Mein Leben ist nicht diese steile Stunde”

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One Response to transient beauty

  1. Melissa says:

    Everyone loves a beautiful photo of cherry blossoms!

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