I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world.
Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to GodIf we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.
Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to GodI want to unfold. I don’t want to be folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God