Category Archives: Rilke’s Reality

The poem as prayer

As once the winged energy

Posted on December 12, 2010 by Michaela

As once the winged energy of delight carried you over childhood’s dark abysses, now beyond your own life build the great arch of unimagined bridges. Wonders happen if we can succeed in passing through the harshest danger; but only in … Continue reading →

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You, you only exist

Posted on December 11, 2010 by Michaela

You, you only, exist. We pass away, till at last, our passing is so immense that you arise: beautiful moment, in all your suddenness, arising in love, or enchanted in the contraction of work. To you I belong, however time … Continue reading →

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Love Song

Posted on September 15, 2010 by Michaela

A poem by R.M.Rilke How shall I hold on to my soul, so that it does not touch yours? How shall I lift it gently up over you on to other things? I would so very much like to tuck … Continue reading →

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Stillness behind the words

Posted on September 14, 2010 by Michaela

Buddha – a poem by Rainer M. Rilke for J.D. As if he listened. Quiet…something far… We hold our breath, hearing it no longer. And he is star. And other giant stars, unseen by us, orbit him out yonder. He … Continue reading →

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Buddha in Glory

Posted on September 13, 2010 by Michaela

by Rainer M Rilke Center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet– all this universe, to the furthest stars all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit. Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your … Continue reading →

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I am, O Anxious One

Posted on August 17, 2010 by Michaela

A poem by Rainer Maria Rilke I am, O Anxious One. Don’t you hear my voice surging forth with all my earthly feelings? They yearn so high, that they have sprouted wings and whitely fly in circles round your face. … Continue reading →

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