…with ending, begins
Flow into the knowledge that what you are seeking
finishes often at the start, and, with ending, begins
by Rilke – from Sonnets to Orpheus
Flow into the knowledge that what you are seeking
finishes often at the start, and, with ending, begins
by Rilke – from Sonnets to Orpheus
This blog brought a much needed smile to my face. Thank you. I am adding you to my blogroll!
Mellow
http://www.dooverdiet.com
Thank you very much Mellow lady 🙂 Smiling makes everything a little easier, I hope you feel the same.
Our journey may not be a straight path, but a circle.
thanks.
michael j
Much like life, a process.
Helen…help me on this one. I read it a bunch of times and I can’t figure it out. What does it mean? Translate for your old blog buddy:)
Andy, dear blog buddy 🙂 I don’t believe there is a translation. You may interpret it as you wish. That’s the beauty of it, we can all read the same sentence and understand different things.
My own personal reflection of the phrase taken from a poem, is that all things move in circles, or cycles…and that there really is no beginning or end, but time becomes our tool.
Maybe we were on the right path at the start but the whole concept of it being a start, is defined by the concept of an ending. And maybe that ending, really is a new start, or a continuing towards what we really were looking for…from the start.
I think it speaks of inevitable change and movement.
I’m making this more confusing, ain’t I? 😉
Just starting to look around your blog and enjoying it very much. I’m a big fan of Rilke, but had not seen this verse before. Thanks for sharing it.
It reminded me of this from T.S. Eliot’s “Four Quartets”
What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make and end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. And every phrase
And sentence that is right (where every word is at home,
Taking its place to support the others,
The word neither diffident nor ostentatious,
An easy commerce of the old and the new,
The common word exact without vulgarity,
The formal word precise but not pedantic,
The complete consort dancing together)
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph. And any action
Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea’s throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration. A people without history
Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern
Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails
On a winter’s afternoon, in a secluded chapel
History is now and England.
With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this
Calling
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Beautiful, thank you Steven Goodheart! This should definitely be read slowly and again as there is so much truth hidden in these words…speaking of life and death and the infinite cycle of the ever-starting journey.
A much warm welcome 🙂
inwardsun,
Steven’s got a lot more where that came from. He’s keeping us warmed up here on the East Coast (USA) from his West Coast home.
Glad to see you two met!
michael j
Thanks! Yes, the “Four Quartets” bears re-reading….every time I come back to, after months or years, I always see something new….
Thanks for the warm welcome, too. I look forward to exploring your blog.
Steve