- Rainer Maria Rilke
What birds plunge through is not the
in which you see all forms intensified.
(Out in the Open, you would be denied
your self, would disappear into that
Space reaches from us and construes
to know a tree, in its true element,
throw inner space around it, and from that
pure abundance in you. Surround it with
It has no limits. Not till it is held
in your renouncing is it truly there.
[NOTE: This was originally posted on Apr 25, 2007.]