Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart 
which safely exists in the center of all things? 
His giant heartbeat is diverted in us 
into little pulses. And his giant grief 
is, like his giant jubilation, far too 
great for us. And so we tear ourselves away 
from him time after time, remaining only 
mouths. But unexepectedly and secretly 
the giant heartbeat enters our being, 
so that we scream —-, 
and are transformed in being and in countenance. 

By Rainer Maria Rilke

Love will not be denied!


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