sunny hill
going far ahead of the road
I have begun.
So we are grasped by what
we cannot grasp;
it has its inner light, even
from a distance.
And changes 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
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