Often when I imagine you,
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer,
and I am dark;
I am forest.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from Rilke’s Book of Hours, I, 45, translated from the German by Anita Barrow and Joanna Macy (Riverhead Books, 1996)
… And then I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?
— Vincent van Gogh (via lucrezas)