Birdwings
- 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
- As birdwings.
-Rumi