July 13, 2011

The Swan

The Perfect Storm Swan Nebula

This laboring of ours with all that remains undone,
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

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.

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  1. How beautiful in its imagery and reassuring in its message!

  2. the sensuality of the descriptpion of the transition (and really it could be any transition not simply corporeal) is so gently and exquisitely contained here. steven

  3. Wouldn't it be nice to be your own boat?


  4. The glide of this is as a swan's wing. Splendid.


"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!