This laboring through what is still undone,
As though, legs bound, we hobbled along the way,
Is like the awkward walking of the swan.
And dying—to let go, no longer feel
The solid ground we stand on every day—
Is like his anxious letting himself fall
Into the water, which receives him gently
And which, as though with reverence and joy,
Drawback past him in streams of either side;
While, infinitely silent and aware,
In his full majesty and ever more
Indifferent, he condescends to glide.
Ranier Maria Rilke
this beautiful poem from Rilke found me again. I am so grateful that there are people in the world who can express so exquisitely an experience that we all recognize on some level. It is what I wish for in my relationships, and in my deepest self. And it is happening. As we all learn to let go of fear, let go of control, we will also learn to glide. Effortlessly. Beautifully.