andreadahlmans

With all its eyes the natural world looks out into
the Open. Only our eyes are turned backward,
and surround plant, animal, child like traps, as
they emerge into their freedom.
We know what is really out there only from the
animal's gaze; for we take the very young child
and force it around, so that it sees objects--not the
Open, which is so deep in animals' faces. Free
from death. We, only, can see death; the free animal
has its decline in back of it, forever, and God in
front, and when it moves, it moves already in
eternity, like a fountain.
Never not for a single day, do we have before us
that space into which flowers endlessly open.

Rainer Maria Rilke