The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up, as if orchards were dying high in space. Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”
And tonight the heavy earth is falling away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We’re all falling. This hand here is falling. And look at the other one. It’s in them all.
And yet there is there’s One, whose hands infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
— Rainer Maria Rilke (translation by Robert Bly)
A winter solstice 2020 short stream for a Movement Medicine community
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.
Meanwhile, someplace in the world, somebody is making love and another a poem.
Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens
to fashion universes out of emptiness
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