. . . our heart always exceeds us
I love Rilke's frequent imagery for the limits of our understanding. He seems to fight it at some times, celebrate it at others. Certainly, it defines our world and our place within it.
"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night." ~ Rainer Maria Rilke Go ahead, bloom recklessly!