Playground Jumping Game

progress

And again my deep life rushes louder
as if it were in wider channels now.
always related to me the things
and all images are viewed.
The nameless I feel familiar:
With my senses, as with birds,
I file into the windy sky from the oak,
and in the ponds broken off from the day of
drops, as if standing on fishes, my feeling.


Rainer Maria Rilke, 09.27.1900, Worpswede