(by Rainer Maria Rilke)
"The deep parts of my life pour onward, as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now, that I can see farther into paintings.
I feel closer to what language can't reach.
With my senses as with birds, I climb into the windy heaven, out of the oak... in the ponds broken off from the sky... my falling sinks, as if standing on fishes."
