All who seek you
test you.
And those who find you
bind you to image and gesture.
I would rather sense you
as the earth senses you.
In my ripening
ripens
your realm.
I need from you no tricks
to prove you exist.
Time, I know,
is other than you.
No miracles, please.
Just the laws
that appear clearer
with each generation.
(Rainier Maria Rilke, translation after Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)
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