Rilke Resonates

“You, mountain, here since mountains began,
slopes where nothing is built, peaks that no one has
      named,
eternal snows littered with stars,
valleys in flower–

Do I move inside you now?
Am I within the rock
like a metal that hasn’t been mined?
Your hardness encloses me everywhere.

Or is it fear
I am caught in? The tightening fear
of the swollen cities
in which I suffocate.”

Rainer Maria Rilke

Not much bright to bring to the world lately. Too many obstacles and setbacks stifle access to creativity beyond what it takes to put one foot, then the other. I’m sure many can relate…

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8 thoughts on “Rilke Resonates

  1. Miles from nowhere
    I guess I’ll take my time
    Oh yeah, to reach there

    Look up at the mountain
    I have to climb
    Oh yeah, to reach there.

    Lord my body has been a good friend
    But I won’t need it when I reach the end

    Miles from nowhere
    Guess I’ll take my time
    Oh yeah, to reach there

    I creep through the valleys
    And I grope through the woods
    ’cause I know when I find it my honey
    It’s gonna make me feel good

    I love everything
    So don’t it make you feel sad
    ’cause I’ll drink to you, my baby
    I’ll think to that, I’ll think to that.

    Miles from nowhere
    Not a soul in sight
    Oh yeah, but it’s alright

    I have my freedom
    I can make my own rules
    Oh yeah, the ones that I choose

    Lord my body has been a good friend
    But I won’t need it when I reach the end

    Miles from nowhere
    I Guess I’ll take my time
    Oh yeah, to reach there.

    Cat Stevens

    • Big smile here. Thanks, man. Sometimes I forget I do have my freedom. I’d have to damn quite a few consequences to take it as fully as the word implies but the magick is in the inspiration of that fact of freedom. 🙂

    • i appreciate the encouragement michael…but i’m not defeated. just waiting for life to mine me out of this current set of circumstances. it’s all good. in the meantime, it helps me to allow expression of the frustration, even if i can only manage it by quoting rilke. meanwhile, the best of me (gold?) laughs (and weeps), hugs (and retreats) and plots her way through and past all that seems to obstruct. the question is…how much of it is me? how much of it is life’s wise mountainous forces constraining me until the right moment? the truth will out and me right along with it. 🙂 hug…

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