Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting
still has a shape in the kingdom of transformation.
When something’s let go of, it circles; and though we are
rarely the center
of the circle, it draws around us its unbroken, marvelous
curve. Rainer Maria Rilke, (For Hans Carossa) (via paynehollow) (via crashinglybeautiful)
still has a shape in the kingdom of transformation.
When something’s let go of, it circles; and though we are
rarely the center
of the circle, it draws around us its unbroken, marvelous
curve. Rainer Maria Rilke, (For Hans Carossa) (via paynehollow) (via crashinglybeautiful)