A little bit of Rilke
Hello!
I haven’t written in a while, I have another half written draft mostly about my first cab trip in the pandemic. It is half written and I don’t feel like going back to it. I am also feeling like an imposter and it usually means my skin gets itchy and there is immense fear that everyone is going to find out what a fraud I am. So I looked up some Rilke I drew from an Inktober in 2017 and I am sending you some.
#LettersToAYoungPoet: "Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love."
Recreated Art Nouveau artist, Alfred Roller
"Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.”
Recreated from Die Fläche (The Surface), a Viennese graphic arts periodical published in two volumes in the early 1900s.
“Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.”
“I want to unfold.
I don’t want to be folded anywhere,
because where I am folded,
there I am a lie.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
You can find the rest here.
Also, I can’t say bye without sharing this compilation of journal entries of different folks that Suknidh put together. So diverse and sooooo good.
Take care of yourself.
<3
Indu