01.12.02 only knows

Still friend of many distances, feel yet
how your breathing is augmenting space.
From the beamwork of gloomy belfries let
yourself ring. What devours you will increase

more strongly from this food. Explore and win
knowledge of transformation through and through.
What experience was the worst for you?
Is drinking bitter, you must turn to wine.

Be the magic power of this immense
midnight at the crossroads of your senses,
be the purport of their strange meeting.
Though

earth itself forgot your very name,
say unto the tranquil earth: I flow.
To the fleeting water speak: I am.

(rilke, sonnets to orpheus [2.29])