The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all the other stars in the loneliness.
We’re all falling. This hand is falling.
And look at the other one…. It’s in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitley calm, hold up all this falling.
from selected poems of Rainer Maria Rilke translated by Robert Bly.
On these pages you might find poetry, opinion and perspective.
Into the dialectic is a reflection on the curious and contradictory nature of life, love, behaviour and consciousness on earth:
In Atlantis - W.H.Auden says
... And honour the fate you are, Travelling and tormented, Dialectic and bizarre.my self-portrait "mother earth" echoes
... And I am falling now, falling through the font, swimming into Being into the dialectic, the mythical, exquisite, life of EarthThis is an open enquiry into the divine madness of life on earth. I welcome your comment and opinion. [I only have one fan at the moment - my mum, and she's dead, but still connected via the aethernet I bet] But, hey, you might find some sort of inspiration or entertainment here somewhere. Check it out, let me know what you think. May peace prevail. Nik Spitz
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