It doesn’t matter that we do this or that. Just do it.

Sometimes a man stands up during supper

Sometimes a man stands up during supper

and walks outdoors, and keeps on walking,

because of a church that stands somewhere in the East.

And his children say blessings on him as if he were dead.

And another man, who remains inside his own house,

dies there, inside the dishes and in the glasses,

so that his children have to go far out into the world

toward that same church, which he forgot.

Rainer Maria Rilke

translated by Robert Bly

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A poem for INTJ ‘s everywhere

Sense of Something

I am like a flag in the center of open space.

I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must live

it through

while the things of the world still do not move:

the doors still close softly, and the chimneys are full

of silence,

the windows do not rattle yet, and the dust still lies down.

I already know the storm, and I am troubled as the sea.

I leap out, and fall back,

and throw myself out, and am absolutely alone

in the great storm.

Translated by Robert Bly

Rainer Maria Rilke

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