Rilke – I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone

I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone 
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small 
to be to you just object and thing, 
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying 
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions, 
where something is up, 
to be among those in the know, 
or else be alone.

I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection, 
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection. 
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent; 
for there I would be dishonest, untrue. 
I want my conscience to be 
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed 
for a long time, one close up, 
like a new word I learned and embraced, 
like the everday jug, 
like my mother’s face, 
like a ship that carried me along 
through the deadliest storm. 

— Rainer Maria Rilke


The Truth stands before me,

On my left is a blazing fire, and

On my right, a cool flowing stream.

One group of people walk toward the fire, into the fire,

And the other towards the cool flowing waters.

No one knows which is blessed and which is not.

But just as a just as someone enters the fire,

That head bobs up from the water,

And just as a head sinks into the water,

That face appears in the fire.

Those who love the sweet water of pleasure

And make it their devotion are cheated by this reversal.

The deception goes further-

The voice of the fire says:

“I am not fire, I am fountainhead,

Come into me and don’t mind the sparks.”

                                                          — Rumi

Rumi : Guest House

This being human is a guest-house.

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes

as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,

Who violently sweep your house

empty of its furniture.

Still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out

for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,

meet them at the door laughing,

and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.

                                                    — Rumi

Rumi: Bird Wings

Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror

up to where you’re bravely working.


Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,

here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see.


Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.

If it were always fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.


Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding.

the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated

as bird wings.


— Rumi



“Trust your wound to a teacher’s surgery.

Flies collect on a wound. 

They cover it,

 those flies of your self-protecting feelings,

your love for what you think is yours.

Let a Teacher wave away the flies

 and put a plaster on the wound.

Don’t turn your head. 

Keep looking

 at the bandaged place. 

That’s where

the Light enters you.

And don’t believe for a moment

 that you’re healing yourself.”

— Rumi

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue… Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.

-Rainer Maria Rilke