Feather Muse
She is almost visible, but not available,
her head's in a cloud of birdsong,
wings tucked in to keep warm.
What birds plunge through
is not the intimate space
Rainer Maria Rilke
Rainer Maria Rilke
What birds plunge through
is not the intimate space
in which you see all forms intensified.
(Out in the Open, you would be denied
your self, would disappear into that vastness.)
is not the intimate space
in which you see all forms intensified.
(Out in the Open, you would be denied
your self, would disappear into that vastness.)
Space reaches from us and construes the world:
to know a tree, in its true element,
throw inner space around it, from that pure
abundance in you. Surround it with restraint.
It has no limits. Not till it is held
in your renouncing is it truly there.
to know a tree, in its true element,
throw inner space around it, from that pure
abundance in you. Surround it with restraint.
It has no limits. Not till it is held
in your renouncing is it truly there.
Birds and Friends
posted by Laura@popdesign
More Strange and Beautiful Art:
Feathered Beings with their Human Friends
More Strange and Beautiful Art:
Feathered Beings with their Human Friends
Into The Mystic
"Music is spiritual. The music business is not."
-Van Morrison, Musician-
-Van Morrison, Musician-
Rocking my soul, hoping to silence the voices in my head,
to set my fingers dancing with needle and thread.
Feather patches call out to me from across the room:
"Where are you?" "We miss you." "Return to us soon!"
2 comments:
interesting banner.
I like to change them up--it's my shadow holding on to all my gardening tools coming home from a several hour work session--the sort of square object is my dustpan for cleaning up the little bits after I've made a mess. But the purpose of the picture is the mystery of it.
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