This poem by Ranier Maria Rilke
Spirit speaks to each of us as she makes us
Then walks us quietly out of the night.
These are the words we hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
Go to the limits of your longing.
Flare up like flame
And make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourselves lose me.
All typed out on a scroll of parchment. Rolled up and tied with golden thread