A walk.

 

My eyes already touch the sunny hills,

Going far ahead from the roads where I have begun,

So we are grasped by what we cannot grasped,

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.

 

(Rainer Maria Rielke)



Sonnet.

 

"And if the earthly no longer knows your name,

Whisper to the silent earth;

'I'm flowing',

To the flashing water say;

'I am'."

 

(Rainer Maria Rielke, from; Sonnets to Orpheus)