Intent and Labor

photo by grassrootsmsw

“It is possible I am pushing

through solid rock,

like the vein of ore

encased, alone.



I am such a long way in

I can see no way through and no space.

Everything is close to my face

and everything close to my face is stone.



I don't have much knowledge yet in grief,

so this darkness makes me feel small.

You, be the Master;

Make yourself fierce; break in.

And then your great transforming will happen to me

And my great grief cry will happen to you.”

Ranier Maria Rilke