December 28, 2011

Wheel of God

Water Wheels of Mill at Gennep

You are a wheel at which I stand,
whose dark spokes sometimes catch me up,
revolve me nearer to the center.
Then all the work I put my hand to
widens from turn to turn.

From The Book of Hours I, 45

3 comments:

  1. Writing like this just leaves me awed.

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  2. Just writing in to tell you that I'm a big fan of your blog. I read every update. Love Rilke, and Rumi too!

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  3. I need to place my work into such thoughts

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"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!