Intimate space

[what birds plunge through is not the intimate space]

What birds plunge through is not the intimate space
In which you see all forms intensified.
(Out in the Open, you would be denied your self, would dissappear into that vastness.)

Space reaches "from" us and construes the world:
to know a tree, in its true element, throw inner space around it, from that pure abundance in you. Surround it with restraint.
It has no limits. Not til it is held in your renouncing is it truly there.

-Rainer Maria Rilke -from "Selected Poems" translated by Stephen Mitchell