Sunday, 24 January 2010

A walk

A Walk

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 inner light, even from a distance-

and charges 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

1 comment:

  1. Que Céu!!! Adoro este contraste das arvores contra o céu ...
    e os azuis...esses foram pintados pela mão do Mestre!