promises.

i've been having some fun this morning, reading this poem and watching this video. (yes, yes, i am way behind, yet again.)

fire’s reflection by rm rilke

Perhaps it's no more than the fire's reflection
on some piece of gleaming furniture
that the child remembers so much later
like a revelation.

And if in his later life, one day
wounds him like so many others,
it's because he mistook some risk
or other for a promise.

Let's not forget the music, either,
that soon had hauled him
toward absence complicated
by an overflowing heart....





also, just a quick note: nostalgia is crazy. really really crazy. i'm in the process of "saying goodbye" to my friends and family in the US, and i find myself feeling like i'm saying goodbye to everyone in sri lanka again. and it's pretty horrible. like that process was so impactful to me, that that's all i can relate this to. ah...life.