I live my life in growing orbits,
which move out over the things of the world.
Perhaps I can never achieve the last,
but that will be my attempt.
I am circling around God, around the ancient tower,
and I have been circling for a thousand years,
and I still don’t know if I am a falcon, or a storm,
or a great song.
--Rainer Maria Rilke (Transl. Robert Bly)
I love how thie poem below captures the truth of how many of us go through our lives, in an undulating rhythm of finding and then losing ourselves. Maybe that's how it should be. This feels timely too, as people newly free of their jobs may have the scary opportunity of stepping into something they've always wanted to do. I'm doing it. Anyone else?