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God, give us each our own death,
the dying that proceeds
from each of our lives:
.
the way we loved,
the meanings we made,
our need.
.
III,6
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For we are only the rind and the leaf,
.
The great death, that each of us carries inside,
is the fruit.
.
Everything enfolds it.
.
III,7
.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
The Book of Poverty and Death
translated by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows
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