pokora: humility. jiri wolker
i’ll grow smaller and smaller till i’m the smallest thing on earth. on an early morning, in a summer meadow i’ll stretch my hand to the smallest flower and hide my face in it, whispering: on you, little child, without shoes or clothes, Heaven leans its hand in a flashing drop of dew so that its giant sky shan’t break into pieces.
the beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not trust them to fit our image. otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.