…and yet not alone enough to make every moment holy.I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough just to lie before you like a thing,shrewd and secretive.I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,as it goes toward action;and in those quiet, sometimes hardly moving times,when something is coming near,I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.I want to be a mirror for your whole body,and I never want to be blind, or to be too old to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.I want to unfold.I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,because where I am folded, there I am a lie.and I want my grasp of things to be true before you. I want to describe myself like a painting that I looked at closely for a long time,like a saying that I finally understood,like the pitcher I use every day,like the face of my mother,like a ship that carried me through the wildest storm of all.
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God