Wild Love
Is not impermanence the very fragrance of our days?
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness
Give me your hand.
- the poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke translated by the philosopher of ecology Joanna Macy
On Being, A Wild Love For The World, March 20, 2011
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