Monday, September 20, 2010

as we truly are





We are not poor. We are just without riches,
we who have no will, no world:
marked with the marks of the latest anxiety,
disfigured, stripped of leaves.

Around us swirls the dust of the cities, 
the garbage clings to us.
We are shunned as if contaminated,
thrown away like broken pots, like bones,
like last years's calendar.

And yet if our Earth needed to
she could weave us together like roses
and make of us a garland.

For each being is cleaner than washed stones
and endlessly yours, and like an animal
who knows already in its first blind moments
its need for one thing only -

to let ourselves be poor like that - as we truly are.



~ Rainer Maria Rilke
III.16, The Book of Poverty and Death
photo by ansel adams

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