My eyes already touch the sunny hill,
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
We are grasped by what we cannot grasp,
it has its inner light, even from a distance —
and changes us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are;
a gesture waves us on, answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
These are sweet words from Rumi. It is the “already are” that stands out to me, for the way that so many of us give ourselves to a becoming that is already seeded within. That and the path and the sunny hill, like in this photo from a June morning at a nearby lake.
Here’s to our walks and waves that nudge us to inner light.