Rilke is such an unabashed transcendentalist, his spiritual longing for the divine is so tremendous, that he can’t believe we exist merely in time. The passing world itself survives only in these moments of absolute being, which become part of us. Rilke’s angels represent a transcendence that can scarcely be endured by mortal beings. We cannot dwell within divinity, he suggests, but can rise up or turn inward to meet it. And we can become-we are here in order to become-the sole vehicle of the earth’s metamorphic transformation into pure being, the ones who testify to its mute, vanishing, cherished existence. ‘But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all. But to have been this once, completely, even if only once: to have been at one with the earth, seems beyond undoing.’…….Edward Hirsch
a communion with ‘all things winged’ and the unseen guides in our life can touch spaces where we rediscover our awakening and our belonging…..where are we most deeply touched into true surrender?
But this is human life: the war, the deeds,
The disappointment, the anxiety,
Imagination’s struggles, far and nigh,
All human; bearing in themselves this good,
That they are still the air, the subtle food,
To make us feel existence.
The Soul should always stand ajar
That if the Heaven inquire
He will not be obliged to wait
Or shy of troubling Her
Depart, before the Host have slid
The Bolt unto the Door-
To search for the accomplished Guest,
Her Visitor, no more-