When my soul touches yours a great chord sings!
How shall I tune it then to other things?
O! That some spot in darkness could be found
That does not vibrate when’er your depth sound.
But everything that touches you and me
Welds us as played strings sound one melody.
Where is the instrument whence the sounds flow?
And whose the master-hand that holds the bow?
O! Sweet song—
~Rainer Marie Rilke
“Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.” ― Rumi
