God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
Did Rainer Maria Rilke actually believe in God?
I am drawn to this idea of Longing as a landscape God does not set foot in. He lets us travel to the borders of our own yearning; he will not go with us. God cannot possibly reciprocate the reaching and need of all the universe. If he did (need us), he'd just implode of longing for himself.
I'm excited for my first Zen workshop at the monastery!
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