Pour Yourself Out Like a Fountain
Sometimes I admit, a little sameness would be welcome but it seems, even under a blanket of winter, transformation will not let me sleep then suddenly, spring quickens us awake, with an invitation to pour ourselves out like a fountain, or a waterfall...
"Want the change. Be inspired by the flame
where everything shines as it disappears.
The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so much as the curve of a body as it turns away.
What locks itself in sameness has congealed.
Is it safer to be gray and numb?
What turns hard becomes rigid and is easily shattered.
Pour yourself out like a fountain.
Flow into the knowledge that what you are seeking finishes often at the start, and, with ending, begins.
Every happiness is the child of a separation it did not think it could survive.
And Daphne, becoming a laurel, dares you to become the wind."
Sonnets to Orpheus II, 12; Rainer Maria Rilke (trans Joanna Macy)