Parading

It seems / our own impermanence is concealed from us.

The trees stand firm, the houses we live in
The trees stand firm, the houses we live in
The trees stand firm, the houses we live in
are still there. We alone
are still there. We alone
flow past it all, an exchange of air.
flow past it all, an exchange of air.
Everything conspires to silence us,
Everything conspires to silence us,
partly with shame,
partly with shame,
partly with unspeakable hope. —Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows
partly with unspeakable hope.
—Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows

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