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.
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.
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