my eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
so we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-
and charges 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.
++rainer maria rilke
* thank you to my model, the lovely Leela Cyd, who’s work never ceases to amaze and inspire me. i feel incredibly lucky that she flew into my world. see her incredible portfolio here.