
I live my life in growing rings
which move out over the things around me.
Perhaps I'll never complete the last,
but that's what I mean to try.
I'm circling around God, around the ancient tower,
and I've been circling thousands years;
and I still don't know: am I a falcon, a storm
or a great song.
~Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of the Hours
Monday, August 6, 2007
Circles
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very nice!
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