Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God; from ‘lch habe viele Brüder in Sutanen’, tr. Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy

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Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God; from ‘lch habe viele Brüder in Sutanen’, tr. Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy
Imagine a home or a village or world where the origin of everything is known to you. You know where everything comes from.
The walls of that building is made of adobe, which is made of the sand and clay under our feet mixed with water. The furniture, cutlery and utensils are all handmade locally with resources from this area we're in. The cloth people wear are made of fabrics woven nearby from organic cotton grown by the neighbour who finds passion and purpose in it. Or grown in small batches for our own use in each our gardens.
Everything you see here you can point at and tell your children about where the elements it consists of came from and how it came to be. You know the people who touched and shaped it. And every item is crafted with the presence and intent of a human being.
How would it feel to be in such a place?
I imagine so intimate. Relatable. So connected. With such a sense of integrity and belonging, as opposed to exploitation and separation.
When this love touches my heart
my whole personality
every thought or story I believed to be
falls into a trillion pieces
like crushed glass
exploded by the light of pure consciousness
Oh love
Were you a contracted robot again
Melt, sweat, cry
The mud suits you
You know bare feet dirty from walking in dry soil are sexy
Show yourself
In this vaulnerable exposure
Dustparticles turn into diamond crystals
Idealism crumbles
Perfectionism succeeds in failure
Striving cracks
Giving up following
suddenly you find yourself home
Eye to eye
Equality
Attitudes are replaced by realness
The clear lake is always watching
Inside
Reflected through your eyes
While your human experience is dipping in and out of wild seas
I am
One Ray of Sun
Illuminating a thousand dustparticles
In their beautiful silent dance
I am that One
Watching it all
Birthing it into existance
I felt all the grief
The overwhelming amounts of sadness
Heaviness all-consuming
Turmoil of shame, guilt and suffering
Arising from silence
I heard my heart go
'Ooohh, holy -
like a dawn filled with thick fog'
Death
In the void of your embrace
I found aliveness
I have no attachments
No desires
No needs
No agendas
No longing
No compulsion
I am beyond suffering and fullfillment
I am a vessel for God
Servant of Spirit
Or not
I am that
Indescribable