Isn’t it possible
That God’s true cloak
Is no cloak at all?
The golden mist covering
The field will dissipate
Not long after dawn
Nor need our hands
Hide the truth from our eyes
Once the mist is gone
Instead let them lie idleAlongside or clasped
In mudra or prayer
Not busy making
Or creating
Only abiding
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This poem is written in reply to Rilke's poem, God's True Cloak, from The Book of Hours. You can read a beautiful translation of Rilke's poem here, by Joanna Macy and Anita Bowers. What often happens to me when I read Rilke is that I'm filled with more with questions than answers. He unsettles me, which I suppose is one measure of his greatness in the realm of the spirit.
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