Poem about existence.

Date:   3/29/2006 12:20:24 AM ( 18 y ago)

And yet, though we strain
-- Rainer Maria Rilke--



And yet, though we strain
against the deadening grip
of daily necessity,
I sense there is this mystery:

All life is being lived.

Who is living it then?
Is it the things themselves,
or something waiting inside them,
like an unplayed melody in a flute?

Is it the winds blowing over the waters?
Is it the branches that signal to each other?

Is it flowers
interweaving their fragrances
or streets, as they wind through time?

~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~



 

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