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The Hope of Loving - Meister Eckhart

What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?

I think it is the hope of loving,

or being loved.

I heard a fable once about the sun 

going on a journey to find its source, 

and how the moon wept

without her lover’s warm gaze.

We weep when light does not reach our hearts. 

We wither like fields if someone close

does not rain their kindness upon us.

 

Foto Hanneke Norbruis 1972