Today’s reading is an excerpt from a letter, rather than a poem. It ends with the idea that we are the “Transformers of the Earth”, yet the middle of the piece spoke more strongly to me, as I try, not very successfully, to transform myself.
Jan. 24, 2014
“Certain stars increase in intensity and extinguish themselves in the angels’ endless awareness. Others move toward transformation slowly and with great effort, and their self-realization occurs in fear and terror.” –from A Deeper Reality, Letter to Witold Hulewicz, Nov. 13, 1925, A Year with Rilke
How did I grow so far
away from my emotions, where
I often cannot say how I feel,
not even whisper it to myself?
Each step away from fear like moving
through recurring nightmare:
running in place, freeze-frame motion,
the unknown about to overtake me
and I wake.
But my thoughts continue
running, this time not away,