That front yard juniper...again.Bliss: As I walked down the slope of our backyard yesterday to get photos, my shoes kicked free the layer of ice and it sounded like tiny marbles rolling ahead of me.
Note: Thank you for all the help yesterday. I'll be responding in the comments section.
From Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy.
When I opened this book, I opened right to this:
I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.
I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I've been circling for thousands of years
and I still don't know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.
I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I've been circling for thousands of years
and I still don't know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?
The women who translated this collection of Rilke's work spent twelve years with these poems. Twelve years!
This small piece speaks to me right at this moment in my life:
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.
but I give myself to it.
Isn't that the heart of the matter?
2 comments:
I have found that when I feel lost inside, I am really in a state of longing for MYSELF. The self I have put aside on behalf of my job or family needs or whatever. The deepest mourning is for the self. We can only feel bliss when we express our truest being. Anything less than our authentic self shining through brings subtle grief. You know who your authentic self is. Simply let her shine again. Put her FIRST. And you know what makes her shine. You KNOW what to do to reclaim your best self.
And thank you, sweet woman, for that wonderful comment on my dec 19post. It's always lovely to be confirmed. xo
Graciel, Thank you. Thank you. I DO know, you are right. We always KNOW. Sometimes we get a little lost, a little blind, and luckily, someone comes along bearing a lit torch! :)
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