The hour is striking so close above me,
so clear and sharp,
that all my senses ring with it.
I feel it now: there’s a power in me
to grasp and give shape to my world.
I know that nothing has ever been real
without my beholding it.
All becoming has needed me.
My looking ripens things
and they come toward me, to meet and be met.
I,I
Rilke’s Book of Hours
trans. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy
Very cool. I like this shot.
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“My looking ripens things” – this is the complete Buddhadharma, in just four words. Thank you!
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Thank you for your blog. It’s very inspiring. I’m a great fan of Neil Douglas Klotz and stumbled on you via a link and am very glad I did so, L x
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It was truly a pleasure to find your blog, your writing, beautiful photography, and so many of my favorite poems.
I will return to read it often.
Isabel
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How lovely to discover a fellow Rilke reader in the blogosphere.
such a lovely image
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