"the one its living roots embrace"

I love the dark hours of my being.

My mind deepens into them.

There I can find, as in old letters,

the days of my life, already lived,

and held like a legend, and understood.

Then the knowing comes: I can open

to another life that’s wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree

rustling over a gravesite

and making real the dream

of the one its living roots

embrace:

a dream once lost

among sorrows and songs.

                                   -Rilke

In our fullness, 

in our embracing of all parts of the internal family of oneself,

we can give shape to the world around us, 

entering the flow of all those that have gone before, are now, and will come,

adding to the tapestry, 

giving life to the dreams and work of those who contributed before and continue to contribute through us. 

"making real the dream of the one its living roots embrace"