Birdwings
Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror
Up to where you're bravely working.
Up to where you're bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
Here's the joyful face you've been waiting to see.
Here's the joyful face you've been waiting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
You would be paralyzed.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
You would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small
Contracting and expanding,
The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
As birdwings.
Contracting and expanding,
The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
As birdwings.
- Rumi
