This laboring of ours with all that remains undone,
as if still bound to it,
is like the lumbering gait of the swan.
as if still bound to it,
is like the lumbering gait of the swan.
And then our dying - releasing ourselves
from the very ground on which we stood -
is like the way he hesitantly lowers himself
from the very ground on which we stood -
is like the way he hesitantly lowers himself
into the water. It gently receives him,
and, gladly yielding, flows back beneath him,
as wave follows wave,
while he, now wholly serene and sure,
with regal composure,
allows himself to glide.
and, gladly yielding, flows back beneath him,
as wave follows wave,
while he, now wholly serene and sure,
with regal composure,
allows himself to glide.
Rainer Maria Rilke
with thanks to Death Deconstructed
and photo too...
and photo too...
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