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Iskaeldt — A Walk
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Published: 2017-01-06 10:52:51 +0000 UTC; Views: 562; Favourites: 73; Downloads: 0
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DSC P93A Walk, written by Rainer Maria Rilke
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-
and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
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Forward we are forced to walk, though we cannot see where we are going.
Perhaps we walk towards a plank and are destine to plummet to the darkness of the sea.
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That's hard to describe... I guess it feels a little like the poem I mentioned.
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Thank you for looking at this pic!
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Yes, I don't know anymore where I heared or read it...
But yeah, the fog is like... there are standing ghosts.
Lost souls.
Sometimes the mist builds silhouettes of humans.
And I hear them cry. And call my name.
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You are surrounded by ghosts, you can feel them as the fog carries his own weak wind, they touch your hands an your face, and they come into you as you breathe in the fog.
It is the way ghosts possess the livings.
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Glad you enjoy!
It was very foggy and frosty.
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I do love it
I have done some of my own
love
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