A Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

My eyes already touch the sunny hilll

going far ahead of the road I have begun.

So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;

it has inner light, even from a distance-

and changes us, even if we do not reach it,

into something else, which, hardly sensing it,

we already are; a gesture waves us on

answering our own wave...

but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

Comments

Instead of saying 'I attract what I want to my life'...  this poem speaks of how 'I am invited into that which I long to return to'