From Rilke’s Book of Hours, Translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy
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?
I love this poem. It just opens my heart and makes me want to fly.
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