beauty and terror
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
--Rilke
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
--Rilke
posted by pamela at 5:36 PM
4 Comments:
Very impressive.
Where there is light, there´s now shadow.
Very impressive your poems, thanks.
i wish i could take credit for this one - it's stunning - but it was rilke. :)
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
That's been my mantra the past couple days. Thanks for having the whole poem. You should really listen to this talk based on it by the venerable teacher Tara Brach.
Thanks for the great blog.
Mark
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