I want a lot.
This week’s poem is by Rainer Maria Rilke. I chose this poem because I am contending with my own way of wanting everything. I want to write and be financially well. I want to make art and have my work appreciated while I am still alive. I want to pay off my debt by doing the work I feel called to do. All of these things in some way feel like something I should not want. Yet I do.
What do you want that you feel you should not want?
You see, I want a lot
Rainer Maria Rilke
You see, I want a lot.
Perhaps I want everything:
the darkness that comes with every infinite fall
and the shimmering blaze of every step up.
So many live on and want nothing,
and are raised to the rank of prince
by the slippery ease of their light judgments.
But what you love to see are faces
that do work and feel thirst.
You love most of all those who need you
as they need a crowbar or a hoe.
You have not grown old, and it is not too late
to dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out its own secret.