You, called forth by your senses,
Reach to the edge of your Longing;
Become my body.
Grow like a fire behind things
so their shadows spread
and cover me completely
Let everything into you: Beauty and Terror.
Keep going: remember, no feeling is forever.
Don't lose touch with me.
Nearby is the land
they call Life.
You will recognize it
by its intensity.

The Book of Hours: I, 59
– Rainer Maria Rilke