(From Letters to a Young Poet)
- Rainer Maria Rilke
How could we forget those ancient myths
that stand at the beginning of all races-
The myths about dragons that at the last moment
are transformed into princesses.
Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are
only princesses waiting for us
to act, just once, with beauty and courage.
Perhaps everything that frightens us is,
in its deepest essence,
something helpless that wants our love.
[Note: This was originally posted by Bobbie in November 2007.]
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