Tuesday, November 13, 2012

“My eyes already touch the sunny hill
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance--

and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on, answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces."

Rilke, "A Walk"