rock, shallow water, lake, northern Minnesota

If only we too could discover a pure, contained,
human place, our own strip of fruit-bearing soil
between river and rock. For our own heart always exceeds us…
And we can no longer follow it, gazing
into images that soothe it or into the godlike bodies
where, measured more greatly, it achieves a greater repose.

–Rainer Maria Rilke–

Photo: Northern Minnesota, August 6, 2014
Our Final Gift
Knowing Without Going

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