Go.

INITIATION

Whoever you are, go out into the evening, 

leaving your room, of which you know each bit; 

your house is the last before the infinite, 

whoever you are. 

Then with your eyes that wearily 

scarce lift themselves from the worn-out door-stone 

slowly you raise a shadowy black tree 

and fix it on the sky: slender, alone. 

And you have made the world (and it shall grow 

and ripen as a word, unspoken, still). 

When you have grasped its meaning with your will, 

then tenderly your eyes will let it go.

Rainer Maria Rilke