Season of miracles


Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke (original version)

I have great faith in all things not yet spoken.
I want my deepest pious feelings freed.
What no one yet has dared to risk and warrant
will be for me a challenge I must meet.

If this presumptuous seems, God, may I be forgiven.
For what I want to say to you is this:
my efforts shall be like a driving force,
quite without anger, without timidness
as little children show their love for you.

With these out flowing, river-like, with deltas
that spread like arms to reach the open sea,
with the recurrent tides that never cease
will I acknowledge you, will I proclaim you
as no one ever has before.

And if this should be arrogance, so let me
arrogant be to justify my prayer
that stands so serious and so alone
before your forehead, circled by the clouds.

A few thoughts….I love this poem.  

He inspires me to try and find words to express my sensual awakening.  

with wonder and awe during this season of miracles
I am emerging in an explosive shakti dance
of becoming…of intimacy…of living fully alive
deep within, an ecstatic vibration
always on the edge of union or communion
body and soul merging like the harmony of spheres
every breath a homecoming – an infinite yes

with gratitude