See the Flowers

The Dreaming Garden (Stacy Wills, 2013)

9" x 12" alcohol inks on yupo

See the flowers, so faithful to Earth.

We know their fate because we share it.

Were they to grieve for their wilting,

that grief would be ours to feel.

There's a lightness in things.  Only we move forever burdened,

pressing ourselves into everything, obsessed by weight.

How strange and devouring our ways must seem

to those for whom life is enough.

If you could enter their dreaming and dream with them deeply,

you would come back different to a different day,

moving so easily from that common depth.

Or maybe just stay there:  they would bloom and welcome you,

all those brothers and sisters tossing in the meadows,

and you would be one of them.

-Rainer Maria Rilke  (1875-1926)

Sonnets to Orpheus II, 14