23 January 2015 -- Entrance -- Rainer Maria Rilke (Snow Translation)

Whoever you are: in the evening step out
of your room, where you know everything;
yours is the last house before the far-off:
whoever you are.
With your eyes, which in their weariness
barely free themselves from the worn-out threshold,
you lift very slowly one black tree
and place it against the sky: slender, alone.
And you have made the world. And it is huge
and like a word which grows ripe in silence.
And as your will seizes on its meaning,
tenderly your eyes let go. . . .


~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~

courtesy of Joe Riley, via Panhala yahoo group