Springtimes have needed you.
And there are stars expecting you to notice them.
From out of the past, a wave rises to meet you
the way the strains of a violin
come through an open window
just as you walk by.

As if it were all by design.
But are you the one designing it?



– Rainer Maria Rilke, from the first "Duino Elegy" (trans. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)