Silent friend of many distances

Silent friend of many distances, feel
how your breath enlarges all of space.
Let your presence ring out like a bell
into the night. What feeds upon your face
grows mighty from the nourishment thus offered.
Move through transformation, out and in.
What is the deepest loss that you have suffered?
If drinking is bitter, change yourself to wine.
In this immeasurable darkness, be the power
that rounds your senses in their magic ring,
the sense of their mysterious encounter.
And if the earthly no longer knows your name,
whisper to the silent earth: I’m flowing.
To the flashing water say: I am.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

Remember how?

“Turn sideways into the light
as they say the old ones did
and disappear into the originality of it all.
Be impatient with explanations
and discipline the mind not to begin
questions it cannot answer.
Walk the green road
above the bay and the low glinting fields
toward the evening sun.
Let that Atlantic gleam be ahead of you
and the gray light of the bay below you,
until you catch, down on your left,
the break in the wall,
for just above in the shadow
you’ll find it hidden,
a curved arm of rock holding the water close to the mountain,
a just-lit surface smoothing a scattering of coins,
and in the niche above, notes to the dead
and supplications for those who still live.
Now you are alone with the transfiguration
and ask no healing for your own
but look down as if looking through time,
as if through a rent veil
from the other side of the question you’ve refused to ask,
and remember how as a child
your arms could rise
and your palms turn out to bless the world.”

~ David Whyte ~ (River Flow)