Is it not your dream, to enter us so wholly
there's nothing left outside us to see?
What, if not transformation,
is your deepest purpose? Earth, my love,
I want it too. Believe me,
no more of your springtimes are needed
to win me over—even one flower
is more than enough. Before I was named
I belonged to you. I see no other law
but yours, and know I can trust
the death you will bring.
See, I live. On what?
Childhood and future are equally present.
Sheer abundance of being
floods my heart.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, From the Ninth Duino Elegy
[photo: pansy seedlings.]
i consider your seedlings and i shake my head not able to comprehend.
ReplyDeleteforgive me, the other day i had a pustule on my chin. i pressed upon rather enjoying the pain of it. where on earth do such things come from? how is it possible? ordinary miracles. i carried inside me a knowledge that once it broke i would be free of pain. it seemed to me so similar to an orgasm, to the stuff that we make human lives from.
once in the summer i remember breaking the stem of a wild weed. it wept.
my step father and son gathered buckets of sap from trees last weekend. my son brought home a pitcher of raw sap. i had a small glass full, the reminiscence of something... once the other sap had been boiled off my mother (with her poor wrists - the very bones that grew from the weeping of her father and mother) poured a mason jar full of golden liquid. i have been eating that by the spoonful, my mouth flooding, my mind full of wonder.
i hold my children while their father and i are divorced, forever separated.
i do not understand and yet i shake my head in absolute wonder. whatever it is, it breaks through the soil time and time again and demands to be.
xo
erin
"The sheer abundance of being" - Yes, that's what it is, Life arising in us in every moment, and the awareness and acceptance of how that life is being lived in every moment... Freedom...
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