Jan 26 2007
Song of the Sea
Timeless sea breezes, 
sea-wind of the night:
you come for no one;
if someone should wake,
he must be prepared
how to survive you.
Timeless sea breezes,
that for aeons have
blown ancient rocks,
you are purest space
coming from afar…
Oh, how a fruit-bearing
fig tree feels your coming
high up in the moonlight.
(Rainer Maria Rilke, 1875-1926)
