My Heart Grows Use to its Farthest Spaces

Ignorant before the heavens of my life,
I stand and gaze in wonder.

Oh the vastness of the stars. Their rising and descent.

How still. As if I didn't exist.

Do I have any share in this? Have I somehow dispensed with their pure effect? Does my blood's ebb and flow change with their changes?

 Let me put aside every desire, every relationship except this one, so that my heart grows used to its farthest spaces.  

Better that it live fully aware, in the terror of its stars, than as if protected, soothed by what is near.

Rainer Maria Rilke