Moments of Beholding

The hour is striking so close above me,

So clear and sharp,

That all my senses ring with it.

I feel it now: There's a power in me

To grasp and give shape to my world.

I know that nothing has ever been real

Without my beholding it.

All becoming has needed me.

My looking ripens things

And they come towards me, to meet and be met.

No thing is too small for me to cherish

And paint in gold, as if it were an icon

That could bless us,

Though I'll not know who else among us

Will feel this blessing.

Rainer Maria Rilke's Book of Hours was written around 1903. He was twenty-three when he started it and had already published three volumes of poetry. Book of Hours was published in 1905. The inspiration for the book came from what Rilke called "inner dictation." Words came to him in the mornings and evenings and struck him with the force of a persistent awareness, which is actually the inner senses manifesting thought in physical form. The inner senses using innate electrical intensities shape the reality I experience and that beholding can be as extensive as I want it to be. There are no restrictions that limit my creativity once I cross the threshold of wisdom and express the innate power within me.

 Rilke's thoughts are energy and as energy manifests physically in my reality, it acts as a catalyst. I imagine my self functioning in the world within me. When that happens my inner senses ring a bell of awareness; a new world takes shape and in every second of it, nothing is too small to cherish. The act of beholding this world ripens my own beliefs. Creative enzymes flow through me in an intensified dance of consciousness. My energy is painted with the gold of awareness. The blessing of abundance fertilizes my blue veins and spouts the red blood of physical metamorphic resonance in the endless action of creation.

 All realties wait for me to discover them. Each inner experience is real when I become aware of it. Each dripping thought frolics within a dewdrop of awakened energy that restlessly expands into a catechism of wisdom without beliefs. No longer hampered by conventional gravitational realism, I can wander from cloud to sky, as I pick molecules of radiance from the consciousness of the sun, which fuels the universe within me.

Success has no footprints in a world where judgment floats on a carpet of tolerance. Fear has no motive in a universe that flowers in multi-colored vibrations of acceptance. Love has only equals when a mirror of truthfulness reflects the genesis of consciousness.

Experiencing essential aspects of awareness, I see a self and behold the beauty between time and space. Each moment of beholding strikes the wires of my own electrical intensities and another quality of consciousness becomes me.

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