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Moving Forward

'The deep parts of my life pour onward, 
as if the river shores were opening out. 
It seems that things are more like me now, 
That I can see farther into paintings. 
I feel closer to what language can't reach. 
With my senses, as with birds, I climb 
into the windy heaven, out of the oak, 
in the ponds broken off from the sky 
my falling sinks, as if standing on fishes.'

• Rainer Maria Rilke