We are Grasped by what we Cannot Grasp

Inspired by a line from Rainer Maria Rilke's poem, A Walk, I try to capture the spiritual encounter with nature described in the poem.

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 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.