Monthly Archives: April 2012

Shining in the distance

Already my gaze is upon the hill, the sunlit one.

The way to it, barely begun, lies ahead.

So we are grasped by what we have not grasped,

full of promise, shining in the distance.

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It changes us, even if we do not reach it,

into something we barely sense, but are;

a movement beckons, answering our movement….

But we just feel the wind against us.

For Rosalinda,
and for me.
A page turning;
always beginning now

Rainer Maria Rilke, Uncollected Poems

Translation: Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy
From A Year With Rilke

Painting: Aletha Kuschan

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