Ever wondered where the rainbow ends? Where the ‘pot of gold’ might be hidden? I found it above the fields along a rural highway in the Fichtelgebirge (Fichtel Mountains) near Bayreuth, Germany. Actually, it was a double-rainbow. Does that mean two pots of gold?
My eyes already touch the sunny hill,
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has its inner light, even from a distance—
and changes us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are;
a gesture waves us on, answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
A Walk
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