"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." Here's my own permutation: "I am circling around love, around the throbbing hum, and I have been circling for thousands of days, and I still don't know if I am a wounded saint, or a rainy dawn, or a creation story."
by Rilke in his Book of Hours (translated by Robert Bly)
I have no idea what I am, who I am, what is going on, where I'm going, what I'm doing or why.
and I am fine with it.
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