“Being an artist means,
not reckoning and counting, but ripening
like the tree
which does not force its sap
and stands confident
in the storms of spring, without the fear
that after them may come no summer.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Serendipity
What can I do? Write poems, paint. Can I do that on the street? I’ll have to give it a go. Could it be of use to the community? That’s for the community to decide. So I took the leap. Right at the foot of the Sagrada Família. (…)
“It does come. But it comes
only to the patient,
who are there as though eternity lay before them,
so unconcernedly still and wide.
I learn it daily, learn it with pain
to which I am grateful:
patience is everything!”
