Good morning!
It’s Sunday—and it’s our last Sunday in Japan. The sun is out, and I’ve found us a walking path along the river that runs through Hakone. It’s the perfect place to ponder a Rilke poem called “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,
and in the ponds broken off from the sky
my feeling sinks, as if standing on fishes.”
—Rainer Maria Rilke
Onwards,
Clara
PS—My gratitude to Marnie for sharing this poem with me. I’ve been saving it for a long time, waiting for the right moment. I’m happy that moment was today.
