Embrace the shadow and become the light. (came to me yesterday morning)
Only one who knows what it’s like
to lift up the lyre in the shadows
is prepared to voice infinite praise.
Only one who has eaten the poppy with the dead,
their flower, will never lose
that most delicate of tonalities.
Although the reflection in the pond
is often blurry to us:
Grasp the image.
Only in the double world
do voices become
tender and eternal.
—Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus, I,9