world interior…

It beckons to be felt from almost all things,

from every turn it blows: Remember!

A day when we passed strangers,

decides to give a gift in the future.

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Who calculates our earnings? who separates

us of the old, of the past years?

What have we learned since the beginning

when one recognizes itself in the other?

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Than that at us indifferent warms?

O house, o meadow slope, o evening light,

suddenly you almost bring it to your face

and you stand by us, hugging and hugging.

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The one space reaches through all beings:

world interior. The birds fly silently

through us. O, who want to grow

I look outside and the tree grows inside me.

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I care and the house is within me.

I guard myself and the guard is in me.

Beloved that I became: on me rests

the image of beautiful creation and weeps himself. Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)

Done