“You, mountain, here since mountains began,
slopes where nothing is built, peaks that no one has
eternal snows littered with stars,
valleys in flower–
Do I move inside you now?
Am I within the rock
like a metal that hasn’t been mined?
Your hardness encloses me everywhere.
Or is it fear
I am caught in? The tightening fear
of the swollen cities
in which I suffocate.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
Not much bright to bring to the world lately. Too many obstacles and setbacks stifle access to creativity beyond what it takes to put one foot, then the other. I’m sure many can relate…