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,

and in the ponds broken off from the sky

my feeling sinks, as if standing on fishes. 

- Rainer Maria Rilke