Rainer Maria Rilke

Written on the Wall at Chang’s Hermitage It is Spring in the mountains. I come alone seeking you The sound...

My Life Is Not This Steeply Sloping Hour My life is not this steeply sloping hour, in which you see...

Now You See It What you don’t see helps you see what you do see: the keyhole sharpens the thrill...

Buddha in Glory Center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet– all this universe, to the...

Be Ahead of All Parting Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter...

SUNSET Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You...

When you think about the teachers who gave you something valuable, some were kind and some were fierce.  There were...

Yesterday before bedtime I read Rumi’s poem “The Window Within the Soul.” I gave into the temptation to pull just...

My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far beyond the road I have begun, So we are grasped by...