As swimmers dare
to lie face to the sky
and water bears them,
as hawks rest upon air
and air sustains them,
so would I learn to attain
freefall, and float
into Creator Spirit’s deep embrace,
knowing no effort earns
that all-surrounding grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reading this; reciting this poem is a vital part of my daily discipline.