"The night, scent -heavy, lies on the park and, quiet, her stars look out and see how already the moon's white bark wants to land in the top of the linden tree. I hear in the distant fountain's babble a long forgotten fairy-tale, and in the high, motionless grass the faint sound of an apple fall. From the nearby hill, the night-wind floats past old oaks planted in a line and carries on his blue butterfly wing the heavy scent of young wine." - Rainer Maria Rilke, Dream Crowned
“We cannot be happy if we expect to live all the time at the highest peak of intensity. Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance and order and rhythm and harmony.
Music is pleasing not only because of the sound but because of the silence that is in it: without the alternation of sound and silence there would be no rhythm. If we strive to be happy by filling all the silences of life with sound, productive by turning all life’s leisure into work, and real by turning all our being into doing, we will only succeed in producing a hell on earth.”
― Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island
night bloom
