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"The Walk"

My eyes already touch the sunny hill,

going far ahead of the road I have begun.

So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;

it has its inner light, even from a distance –

 

and changes us, even if we do not reach it,

into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are;

a gesture waves us on, answering our own wave ...

but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

 

"The Walk" by Rainer Maria Rilke (1924)

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