This alone do we know:
   we are here and we will die.

To hear without responding
   to stay in puzzlement
   not rush to understand
   abide in the unknowing of chaos:
power and creativity gather.

What is laid upon us
    that must we bare, upset is optional.

Feelings are the unknowing of power:
   from the unknowing of winter comes spring.
   from deep saline waters of unknowing
      comes the charge which drives life.

Anger, child of attachment
   full of opinions
   stays not long enough in the unknown
   sees not what is going on.

also, a modified quote from Rilke, who shares
with me a somewhat adolescent fervor.

Spoken by God to each of us: "Sent out beyond recall go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame make big shadows I can move in.

Temple Of Dream, art by Norman E. Masters

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Donıt let yourself lose Me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by itıs seriousness." --Rilke

Frank John Culley
"I am certain of nothing
but of the holiness of the heart's affections
and the truth of the Imagination."
--John Keats

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