ICH LEBE MEIN LEBEN IN WACHSENDEN RINGEN

I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.
I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I've been circling for thousands of years
and I still don't know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?

— R.M. RILKE, BOOK OF HOURS - 1,2

Sunset's liquid gold,
twining tree of heaven's trunks
spatters ivy leaves.

new mark-making

chorus of crickets
beautiful orange-golden light
shadows lie aslant

The Messenger
…Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
- Mary Oliver