stillness, full, complete

If only once there were utter quiet.

If the random and approximate

fell silent and the neighbors' laughter,

if the murmur that my senses make

didn't hinder me so much when I am awake ---

Then I could in thousandfold thoughts
up to your border think you

and possess you (only for the length of a smile),

in order to give you away to all that are living

like gratitude.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours
translated by James Owens