To the Earth’s Intelligence

“Right in the difficult we must have our joys, our happiness, our dreams: there against the depth of this background, they stand out, there for the first time we see how beautiful they are.”― Rainer Maria Rilke

“If we surrendered
to earth’s intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.

Instead we entangle ourselves
in knots of our own making
and struggle, lonely and confused.

So like children, we begin again…

to fall,
patiently to trust our heaviness.
Even a bird has to do that
before he can fly.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

To begin.
Again and again.
Unfolding. Unwinding. Becoming.
Threads weaving together to the fabric of life.
Rooted like trees.
Depths of water.
New day.
Sunrise.
Invitation to beauty.
Enter awe.
Bask in wonder.

“No experience has been too unimportant, and the smallest event unfolds like a fate, and fate itself is like a wonderful, wide fabric in which every thread is guided by an infinitely tender hand and laid alongside another thread and is held and supported by a hundred others”― Rainer Maria Rilke