Here’s a Rainer Maria Rilke poem that I find full of meaning — despite the fact that it’s one of the shortest poems I know.
With highly distilled wisdom, it reminds us that…
- We yearn “not to be cut off” from the source.
- Our inner lives are as vast and worthy of exploration as outer space.
- What we all seek is a sense that we’ve come home.
- Home is to be found “in here,” not somewhere “out there.”
- Our inner home is a place of beauty, “hurled through with birds and deep / with the winds of homecoming.”
And Rilke does it all in 39 words, about one-third of the number I used to write this post. Amazing!
Ah, not to be cut off,
not through the slightest partition
shut out from the law of the stars.
The inner — what is it?
if not intensified sky,
hurled through with birds and deep
with the winds of homecoming.