Sonnets to Orpheus, Part Two,XII - R .M. Rilke

Want the change. Be inspirired by the flame
where everything shines as it disappears.
The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so much
as the curve of the body as it turns away.

What locks itself in sameness has congealed.
Is it safer to be grey and numb?
What turns hard becomes rigid
and is easily shattered.

Pour yourself out like a fountain.
Flow in the knowledge that what you are seeking
finishes often at the start, and, with ending, begins.

Every happiness if the child of a separation
it did not think it could survive. And Daphne, becoming a
laurel, dares you to become the wind.