"Birdwings" by Jalaluddin Rumi
Updated: Sep 21, 2020
Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror
up to where you’re bravely working
Expecting the worst, you look, and instead
here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting 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.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding.
The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated