Happy Birthday to the night! While the smile rises...

Letters To A Young Poet

How should we be able to
forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of
all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last
moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons
of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see
us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything
terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that
wants help from us.
So you must not be frightened, if a sadness rises up
before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a
restiveness,like light and cloud-shadows, passes over
your hands and over all you do. You must think that
something is happening with you, that life has not
forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand;
it will not let you fall...

Rainer Maria Rilke

Happy days Cris! We'll have time to cheer

Let's dink some wine

we can be loved