falling… rising
Autumn
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It’s in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
“That by which we fall is that by which we rise.” — Tantric saying
This is a painting that I did a while ago and that seems to compliment the mood of this poem and the season right now…
acrylic, mixed media on canvas, framed.
16 x 20 inch (40,6 x 51 cm),
16 x 20 inch (40,6 x 51 cm),
17.25 x 21.25 inch (43,8 x 54 cm) with frame ready to hang.
What a beautiful poem – and I love your painting too
Thank you for stopping by, Catherine, glad you like it. I just fell in love with Rilke again, he lived close to where I grew up, in Worpswede, and as a kid I used to read his poems in german, and now found them again in english 🙂