R.M.R.

I've been taking journeys within the nourishment and the mountains, and the rivers and inner city dives of Letters To A Young Poet. Fingers twine around the very stars of each cell.

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke