Give yourself to the air

Fear not the pain. Let its weight fall back
into the earth;
for heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas.

The trees you planted in childhood have grown
too heavy.
You cannot bring them along.
Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold.

Rilke, You who let yourselves feel

The circles of the seasons

Within the circles of our lives
we dance the circles of the years,

the circles of the seasons
within the circles of the years,
the cycles of the moon
within the circles of the seasons,
the circles of our reasons
within the cycles of the moon.


Again, again we come and go,
changed, changing. Hands
join, unjoin in love and fear,
grief and joy. The circles turn,
each giving into each, into all.
Only music keeps us here,


each by all the others held.
In the hold of hands and eyes
we turn in pairs, that joining
joining each to all again.


And then we turn aside, alone,
out of the sunlight gone


into the darker circles of return.

Wendell Berry