More Rilke

"...You mean you still don't know?
Fling the emptiness from your arms into that space we breathe;
Then maybe the birds will feel the air grow open
in more penetrating flight..."

From The First Elegy

...No one sees what they'll need to survive.
No one sees the dream thicken and rise
like the old foundation, the pieces of life
that were good, that stood the strong weather,
the one with the other, us, inside...

from Flight of the Mice by Larissa Szporluk