"Have patience with everything that remains unresolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers which could not be given now, because you would bot be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer."~Rainer Maria Rilke
On the wall behind my desk is a patchwork of papers, strips of poem cut from magazines, index cards with scrawls and prayers and incantations. This quote is one of them. I am in the thick of a mess of writing. The thoughts are scattered with broken bits everywhere, the writing itself tousled a bit and not well-behaved. And my subject matter has made a plunge for the depths. The other day I had to wrap up my writing time by plunking out a poem about rainbows. Just because I needed something vaulted and bright.