Silent friend of many
distances, feel
how your breath enlarges all of space.
Let your presence
ring out like a bell
into the night. What feeds upon your
face
grows mighty from the
nourishment thus offered.
Move through transformation, out and in.
What is
the deepest loss that you have suffered?
If drinking is bitter, change
yourself to wine.
In this immeasurable
darkness, be the power
that rounds your sense in their magic ring,
the
sense of their mysterious encounter.
And if the earthly no longer
knows your name,
whisper to the silent earth: I'm flowing.
To the flashing
water say: I am.
~ Ranier Maria Rilke
~
(Ahead of All Parting, ed.
and translated by Steven Mitchell)
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