"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

29 March 2021

Lived.

Baglione, The Divine Eros Defeats the Earthly Eros, 1609


And yet, though we strain
against the deadening grip
of daily necessity,
I sense there is this mystery:

All life is being lived.

Who is living it, then?
Is it the things themselves,
or something waiting inside them,
like an unplayed melody in a flute?

Is it the winds blowing over the waters?
Is it the branches that signal to each other?

Is it flowers
interweaving their fragrances,
or streets, as they wind through time?

Rainer Maria Rilke

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