Tuesday, April 12, 2016

you who let yourselves feel










You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing
that is more than your own.
Let it brush your cheeks
as it divides and rejoins behind you.

Blessed ones, whole ones,
you where the heart begins:
You are the bow that shoots the arrows
and you are the target.

Fear not the pain. Let its weight fall back
into the earth;
for heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas.

The trees you planted in childhood have grown
too heavy. You cannot bring them along.
Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold.



~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Sonnets to Orpheus, Part One, IV
translation by Joanna Macy


1 comments:

jacquin said...

Lovely as usual. I shared with a friend. Sorry I don't comment as often as I should to say thanks for the posts. They are a little sojourn for the heart in the middle of the busyness. I'm sure there are many others silent but full of appreciation and I hope you keep sharing your treasures.