I hike to sunrise 

But I can't see it

It's rising somewhere

I close my eyes 

Rilke - letters to a young poet-today I hear into the one written to Mr kappa in December, before christmas

He shares two thoughts, I can hear

One about solitary and one

About the coming, becoming, about making space and what we have already known surely is just a tiny bit of anything but preparation....

Already a full day of love has been shared and experienced- all that's left is to be in the motion, in the wave of it all and ride.....

Kmg2015