Voices Erst in dem Doppelbereich werden dire Stimme ewig und mild --Rainer Maria Rilke * So now the flying lessons start. I should have known. For a long time I have been ready to go traveling. Old age consults its body parts, plays them like a creaky spinet. Say, which ones still make music? It's been a while since angels spoke to me calling on me at odd times and places, teasing in their childish voices: "What is it you want? What is it you're looking for, ye creatures here below? "And anyway, these monuments that so possess your mind are nothing more than a big old dresser stuck in time's doorway. "We prefer our way: half premonition, half intuition. Somewhere between body and being, known and unknown, between the visible and the unfeasible we make our home. "We have no distinguishing marks, but some have names and all have voices. "There is no color here, but all is light. Light and more light, enough to fill us all. "We are more like you than you know. Throw back your coat. Somewhere in your soul's false lining the angel that lies within stands revealed."
* First, in the dual realm, the voices become eternal and tender.