… “when I lean over the chasm of myself – it seems my God is dark and like a web: a hundred roots silently drinking. This is the ferment I grow out of.”
Rilke from his ‘Book of Hours’ (1899 – 1903)
“Silently drinking …”
… “when I lean over the chasm of myself – it seems my God is dark and like a web: a hundred roots silently drinking. This is the ferment I grow out of.”
Rilke from his ‘Book of Hours’ (1899 – 1903)
The Fugitive Stag 