.
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All who seek you
test you.
And those who find you
bind you to image and gesture.
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I would rather sense you
as the earth senses you.
In my ripening
ripens
what you are.
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I need from you no tricks
to prove you exist.
Time, I know,
is other than you.
.
No miracles, please.
just let your laws
become clearer
from generation to generation.
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~ Rainer Maria Rilke
from The Book of Pilgrimage, II,15
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