why am I reaching again for the brushes? when I paint your portrait, god, nothing happens. but I can choose to feel you. at my senses' horizon you appear hesitantly, like scattered islands. yet standing here, peering out, I'm all the time seen by you. the choruses of angels use up all of heaven. there's no more room for you in all that glory. you're living in your very last house. all creation holds its breath, listening within me, because, to hear you, I keep silent. - rainer maria rilke
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