02 May 2009


A Walk

My eyes already touch the sunny hill going far ahead of the road I have begun.So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;it has inner light, even from a distance-and charges us, even if we do not reach it,into something else, which, hardly sensing it,we already are; a gesture waves us on answering our own wave...but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

Translated by Robert Bly

Rainer Maria Rilke

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srp said...

What a lovely picture in both the entry and in the words. Nice job! Mine is up here.

C.M. Jackson said...

thanks! I will stop by..


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