“…be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and … try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.” Rainer Maria Rilke – Letters to a Young Poet
I need all the inspiration I can get right now. This grabs me, brings me back to a place of rest within and doesn’t pretend to have “the answer.”
4 thoughts on “Be Patient . . .”
It’s strange, isn’t it, how answers come when we most need them – as if by their own volition – like they each have their time and place. you can’t force them into the open. They simply arrive. And if they don’t arrive – well that’s when you really know that you’re in deep doo-doo.
Aye, when they don’t arrive it’s time to pull out the shovel, clear the muck, make your own answer. That’s sometimes the only choice. I may have to use one of those shovels myself soon here!
sounds about right to me too.