Crossroads

[. . .] In this unfathomed night, at crossroads when your senses strangely congregate, become the power that makes their meeting meaningful. And then when all earthly things forget your name whisper to the silent earth: I flow. Say to the flowing water: Here I am.                                   —Rilke Source: https://steiner.presswarehouse.com/Books/BookDetail.aspx?productID=498407 p. xiv Related post: http://martyrion.blogspot.com/2016/06/the-alchemy-of-yoga-conceiving-christ.html