Poem me and rilke

From the chaos that wants to grab me, it wants to say, no this way, be here in 
the swirling of ego and distracting, for is there a power of burdening that 
raises up in praise as we gather together as one heart....

And if the chaos did not ever overcome, would the balances of himan life cease 
to exist as one heart. Rings the globe spinning in eternal praise, and what does 
that look like, life, sex, entwinded in nature, release, song, love ? Are so 
loved so in this god thatwe just are this moment and weave as many as we can in 
a sitting.....

"I have hymns that I hold silently there's an integrity deep in me
In which I bow my senses down
You regard me as tall, but I'm small 
You distonguish me in the dark
From things that kneel'"
(Rilke fits in so perfectly there amongst my prose.)

-k