I come home from the soaring
in which I lost myself
I was song, and the refrain which is God
is still roaring in my ears.

Now I am still
and plain;
no more words.

To the others I was like the wind:
I made them shake.
I'd gone very far, as far as the angels,
and high, where light thins into nothing.

But deep in the darkness is God.

-Rilke, Love Poems to God

ROOT (to) RISE

‘If we surrendered
to earth’s intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.’
—Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God