A bushel of cousins
Of the sea born

Ever-changing shapes

Ww_amphitriteA day by the sea seeking another shape... / Wildwood, NJ / July 2012

“You create yourself in ever-changing shapes
that rise from the stuff of our days —
unsung, unmourned, undescribed
like a forest we never knew.

You are the deep innerness of all things,
the last word that can never be spoken.
To each of us you reveal yourself differently:
to the ship as coastline, to the shore as ship.” 

~ an excerpt (II, 22) from Rilke's Book of Hours


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Thank you very much for this post. I can say that I can relate in some ways. I also feel the same way every time I am alone.

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