Wings

BIRD WINGS
Your grief for what you’ve lost
lifts a mirror up to where you are 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 paralysed.
Your deepest presence is
in every small contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as bird wings.
By Rumi
From The Essential Rumi
Coleman Barks with John Moyne
Music by Moved to this
movedtothis.com
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