Sunset

Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors

which it passes to a row of ancient trees.

You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you

one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.

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leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)

your own life, timid and standing high and growing so that,

sometimes blocked, sometimes reaching out, one moment

your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.

ranier maria rilke