Moving Forward

The deep parts of my life pour onward

as if the river shores were opening out

It seems that things are more like me now,

That I can see farther into paintings.

I feel closer to what language can't reach.

With my senses, as with birds, I climb

Into the windy heaven, out of the oak

In the ponds broken off from the sky

my falling sinks, as if standing on fishes.

Rainer Maria Rilke