I'm going to give this a try: Every Wednesday will be a post about something beautiful, be it a poem, a photo, or anything else that touches my soul.
For this week, a poem by Rumi.
"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.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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3 comments:
Oooh love this idea!! Can I copy?? I'll give you all the credit my friend.
Nikki, absolutely! I'm sure there's more than enough beauty to go around. :)
Happy FYBF, Lianne.
Didn't really get what Rumi was talking about there. I think I need to read it again.=)
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