Lament

Lament

Life lived in content

without noticing that which

contains the content..

So..it has always been..

Yet..many teachings lament

that our un-noticing

brings our suffering..

And..makes mysterious

our own name..

We seem anchored

in content with its

enjoyment and pain..

What can we notice

in the white border

of this page...? CC

Lament - Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

Everything is far

and long gone by.

I think that the star

glittering above me

has been dead for a million years.

I think there were tears

in the car I heard pass

and something terrible was said.

A clock has stopped striking in the house

across the road...

When did it start?...

I would like to step out of my heart

and go walking beneath the enormous sky.

I would like to pray.

And surely of all the stars that perished

long ago,

one still exists.

I think that I know

which one it is--

which one, at the end of its beam in the sky,

stands like a white city...