As Beautifully Balanced as Bird Wings
Your Deepest Presence
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 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 bird wings.
~ Rumi
What amazing pilots of nature those little birds are! Perhaps hummingbirds were the birds to which Rumi saw in his mind when he wrote this poem!
I love these little birds too. You are my inspiration!