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 longing 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 contraction and expansion,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as bird wings.
rumi
6 comments:
you really can't beat rumi
i would pontificate, but why....there is wisdom enough in your post from rumi without me ruining it
What Paul said.
Just before I clicked on here, I was reading another post about loss and grief. Interesting synchronicity there.
paul...i felt the same way. no other words or additions were needed. i came across a wonderful rumi website and was taken by this particular poem.
Judy....it's so strange when that happens.....makes me goosebumpy when i step into synchronicity.
rumi, like so many is fairly new to me - had only heard a couple of quotes until recently but that was all - the other day I did bookmark a site for further browsing when I have time.
One of the reasons I like reading blogs - they act as pointers and direction at times...
BEAUTIFUL poem! It ceertainly dovetails into my post today, doesn't it?
I am not familiar with rumi...I will have to check him out.
KNow this one. Great wisdom
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