Roots

"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'.