God speaks to each of us before we are,
Before he formed us then, in cloudly speech,
But only then, he speaks these words to each,
And silently walks with us in the dark;
Driven by your senses, dare,
To the edge of longing. Grow.
Like a fire shadowcasting glare
Behind assemble things so you can spread
Their shapes on me as clothes
Don't leave me bare.
Let it all happen to you, beauty and dread
Simply go, no feeling is too much
And only this way we can stay in touch.
Near here is the land.
That they call Life
You'll know when you arrive
But how real it is.
Give me your hand.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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