A Tribute to Rilke’s ‘Black Cat’
Art.
An open call, open to all.
Yet a voice arising in secret,
most intimate answer –
incomparably composing
the song of One.
Heart.
A true affair.
A call reaching out to respond
to a longing whose living origin
lies in the silent calling itself.
Gazing at each other,
yet towards the same horizon
– inescapable.
Onepointedness unavoidably meeting
the vastness easy to miss,
distractions likely
to draw the eye away,
attention sharpens until it dissolves
into the looking itself.
