A Walk

Rainer Maria Rilke

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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.

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  • oscarp21653631

    Stumbled across this gem again, read it when I was younger. Deep and enlightening, really touches on life's journey. Leaves you somewhat nostalgic. Truly beautiful.