Nowhere do I want to remain folded

Thanks to my beloved brother Joseph C. for reminding me of this beauty from Rilke.

I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough
to make every hour holy.
I am too small in the world, and yet not tiny enough
just to stand before you like a thing,
dark and shrewd.
I want my will, and I want to be with my will
as it moves towards deed;
and in those quiet, somehow hesitating times,
when something is approaching,
I want to be with those who are wise
or else alone.
I want always to be a mirror that reflects your whole being,
and never to be too blind or too old
to hold your heavy, swaying image.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere do I want to remain folded,
because where I am bent and folded, there I am lie.
And I want my meaning
true for you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I studied
closely for a long, long time,
like a word I finally understood,
like the pitcher of water I use every day ,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that carried me
through the deadliest storm of all.

-Ranier Maria Rilke
# 2 in The Book of Hours

Related articles

• A Poet Worth Reading – Rainer Maria Rilke (chainringaction.blogspot.com)
• Living without Rules Part 1 (beyondthedream.co.uk)
• Guide me within My Wilderness (khawajahamad.wordpress.com)
• Wednesday Wisdom: No feeling is final (herybka.wordpress.com)
• And suddenly you know: that was enough (davidkanigan.com)