[Bird at the edge of the Grand Canyon}
I am currently going through an intense passage; Rilke’s poem speaks to me:
Ah, not to be cut off
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.
— Rainer Maria Rilke