Thursday, August 25, 2011

WORDY



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.

-Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)

photo via: hoodoothatvoodoo

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