Thoughts on a Cold Rainy Day

from photo by Axel Von Graefe

In the moment of time when the small drop forms, but does not fail, I have known the heart of the sun,
In the dark and the light of a dry place,
In a flicker of fire brisked by a dusty wind.
I have heard, in a drip of leaves,
A slight song,
After the midnight cries.

THEODORE ROTHKE
from Journey to the Interior

Earth,isn't this what you want: an invisible
re-arising in us? Is it not your dream 
to be one day invisible? Earth! Invisible!
What is your urgent command, if not transformation?
Rilke