It is possible that I am pushing through solid rock,
like a vein of ore, encased.
And am so far in, I see no end,
and no distance: everything is close to my face,
and everything close to my face is stone.

I am not yet wise in grief-
so this great darkness makes me small.
But if it's you: make yourself fierce, break in:                      
Then your great transforming will happen to me,
and to you, the fullness of my cry.



 - Original German by Rainer Maria Rilke