A friend of mine attended a Rilke workshop yesterday at the Jung Institute, so quite a combination of joys. She sends me this poem of Rilke. What a way to begin the day. I look out on pink sky and a newly awakening world again today.
"What is inwardness
What, if not sky intensified,
flung through with birds and deep
with winds of homecoming?
Ah, not to be cut off"
(uncollected poems 1925 Munzot)