There is ebb and flow. Leaving and coming. Flight and fall. Sing and silent. Reaching and Reached. – Ally Condie
May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing it and no holding back,
the way it is with children.
Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.
– Rainer Maria Rilke