Alone In The World And Yet Not Alone
(Found here ) I am too alone in the world and yet not alone enough to make each hour sacred. I am too slight in the world and yet not slight enough to be to you like a thing— dark and shrewd. I want my will and I want my will to lead me along the path to action; and want in those quiet, hesitating moments when something is about to happen, to be with the wise ones or alone. I want always to reflect the whole form of you, and I want never to be blind or too old to lift your heavy, wavering image. I want to unfold. I want never to remain bent, for where I am bent I am false to you. And I want my senses to ring true before you. I want to describe myself like a painting I looked at for a long time and from up close, like a word that I grasped, like my everyday jug, like the face of my mother, like a ship that bore me through the deadliest storm. ~Rainer Maria Rilke (from Book of Hours: Love Poems to God — translated by Edward Snow — re-post but different translator)
