The Harried Mystic

Rainer Maria Rilke speaks to my heart on this quiet day of wondering and waiting.

He wrote:

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-

and charges 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.

– Translated by Robert Bly

I look ahead down the road where the world recovers it’s center. I see out there, farther off, a brilliant sunrise of love and mutual caring and a landscape of wild flowers celebrating life.

I spot a great gathering of birds, many colors, weaving together their songs of identity into a grand splash of harmony.

I see the advance throng of daughters and sons of Light encouraging us; urging us ever-forward on the long walk toward that open field where the paths narrow and draw together.

It is a gift to hear the call of love and goodness: a voice guiding us along the winding way to the true fullness beyond.

It is this vision that inspires our soul’s to greatness in troubled times, an exponent to resilient joy.

Peace.

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