For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

Monday, 3 September 2012

Buddha

Preparation of sculptural exhibits, Doddington Hall, July 2012.

As if he were listening; stillness, distance.
We hold our breath and cease to hear it.
He is like a star surrounded
by other stars we cannot see.

He is all things. Do we really expect him
to notice us? What need could he have?
If we prostrated ourselves at his feet,
he would remain deep and calm like a cat.

For what threw us down before him
has circled in him for millions of years.
He, who has gone beyond all we can know
and knows what we never will.

Rainer Maria Rilke (Translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

3 comments:

The Weaver of Grass said...

Beautifully serene image of Buddha Robert.

am said...

"For what threw us down before him
has circled in him for millions of years."

Thank you for this today. I'm suddenly sensing a connection between the contemplations of Rilke and Leonard Cohen.

The Solitary Walker said...

Thanks, Pat . . . and yes, am, there are strong connections, aren't there? (Funnily enough, I just posted a comment on your own blog literally seconds ago.)