Southern Entrance
There is
here no measuring with time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being
an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which
does not force it's sap and stands confident in the storms of Spring without
the fear that after them may come no Summer. It does come. I learn it daily,
learn it with pain to which I am grateful…
Author: Rainer Maria Rilke