Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small - we haven't time -
and to see takes time like to have a friend takes time
The hour is striking so close above me,
so clear and sharp,
that all my senses ring with it.
I feel now there is a power in me
to grasp and give shape to my world.
I know that nothing has ever been real
without my beholding it.
All becoming has needed me.
My looking ripens things
and they come toward me, to meet and be met.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
from Rilke's Book of Hours,
translated by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows
- POETIC MEDICINE: SPRING 2011 JOURNAL (4/5/2011)
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