“Go to the Limits of Your Longing” from the Book Of Hours by Rainer Maria Rilke
translation by Joanna Macy + Anita Barrows
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a 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.
Beautiful! Just what I needed today! Thank you!
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How lovely that this poem spoke to you today Karin. It is one of my favourites and I originally heard it recited by Joanna Macy herself, when she came to England prior to publishing her translations of Rilke.
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