‘Where I Am Going’
Where I Am Going
Again the murmur of my own deep life grows stronger,
flowing along wider shores.
Things grow ever more related to me,
and I see farther into their forms.
I become more trustful of the nameless.
My mind, like a bird,
rises from the oak tree into the wind,
and my heart sinks through the pond’s reflected day
to where the fishes move.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Images
For Rilke in this poem, as for me, the flowing river, birds, oak trees, ponds and fish are all mediums of nature through which he is able to listen to his life. And what does he hear? His timid soul finds itself more trustful of mystery, of what cannot be named. And he hears that everything belongs together, and that he himself is connected and rooted to all of life; that he belongs. These are essential messages for me to hear! I find that this poem challenges me to pay attention to my own inner murmuring and humming and the imbedded messages nature has for me.
Questions to ponder after reading the poem:
- What inner murmurings are growing stronger in you?
- How would you describe your connection to nature?
Fortschritt
Und wieder rauscht mein tiefes Leben lauter,
als ob es jetzt in breitern Ufern ginge.
Immer verwandter werden mir die Dinge
und alle Bilder immer angeschauter.
Dem Namenlosen fühl ich mich vertrauter:
mit meinen Sinnen, wie mit Vögeln, reiche
ich in die windigen Himmel aus der Eiche,
und in den abgebrochnen Tag der Teiche
sinkt, wie auf Fischen stehend, mein Gefühl.
Rilke, Das Buch der Bilder (original translation)
Robert, Nov 2020
A Year with Rilke: Daily Readings from the Best of Rainer Maria Rilke. Copyright © 2009 by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows. HarperCollins. Kindle Edition. ISBN 978-0-06-198695-6
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Raising like a bird, sinking through the pond.
Let us allow ourselves to become enrapt with nature
Let it speak to our hearts and minds.
What a stirring poem, inviting us into an inspiring depth!! Love your reflections, Bob. I find that listening to and watching my little grandsons becomes a conduit for me to enter the special space that this poem alludes to, Little children are often amazed with “simple things” that I have already taken for granted. One time my grandson when 2 1/2 asked me to sit down with him to watch ants he had discovered. Together we observed them for several minutes as they bustled about. I have never forgotten the wonder of it for both of us.
‘Things grow ever more related to me’ – what a great expression of growing presence , peace and freedom to allow things to enter into us. So much richness stays outside and beyond because we don’t find the inner rest and freedom to receive!