“My eyes already touch the sunny hill,
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has its inner light, even from a distance.
and changes 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 Rilke
Wednesday, 15 October, 2008
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Hi Myriam,
very creative is your blog and such! and how more apt this poem, by the fabulous Rilke. my favorite poem of his is the man watching: what we fight w is tiny, what fights w us is great!
i am at www.shiftinperspective, am exploring putting a blog together, am fascinated by the concept of co-creation in communities, art/dance, relationships of all kinds and group processes of all size.
thank you for your contributions!
michael gelbart
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