"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...
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'.