Libration Vol. 37

A look at a pressurized Aries lunar month which takes us to the edge of courage and transformation.

I come home from the soaring
in which I lost myself.
I was song, and the refrain which is God
is still roaring in my ears.

Now I am still
and plain:
no more words.

To the others I was like the wind:
I made them shake.
I'd gone very far, as far as the angels, 
and high, where light thins into nothing.

But deep in the darkness is God...

From Rilke's  BOOK OF HOURS as translated by Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy