Library: Destinata Illuminata

Destinata Illuminata, A Study of Light upon my Open Window (Rilke and Merja) How shall I hold on to my soul, so that it does not touch yours? How shall I lift it gently up over you on to other things? I would so very much like to tuck it away among long lost objects in the dark, in some quiet, unknown place, somewhere which remains motionless when your depths resound. And yet everything which touches us, you and me, bids me to return to you... That is my open window. I just awoke so gently. I thought, I'm floating. How far does my life reach, and where does the night begin? I could think that everything around me is you, like the transparent depth of a crystal, solitary your luminosity, I alone darkened and mute. I think I could bring the stars inside of me, so large does my heart seem, so very much does it wrestle to let go of you, whom I have perhaps begun to love, perhaps to hold. So strange, so uncharted does my destiny appear. Who am I who lies here under this eternal sky, with the salted scent of the sea moving back and forth, like a lover, over me. at once calling out and anxious, that someone might hear my call, but you are destined to vanish before my eyes, but another solitary shadow.

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Library: Destinata Illuminata