Baby Steps

A Walk

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 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.

Ranier Maria Rilke, Translated by Robert Bly
(yes, a translation! *shudder*)

Reminder:

Nodding your head does not row the boat -- Irish Proverb

emerge

when the day comes, neither you or I will have any say in it. we have to give in to the whirlpool, the immense force beyond gravity, and allow our convergence to take a different form. dark submersion will abruptly become arid, bright daylight. we will both gasp for our first breath. what could be more mystical than this?