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 birdwings.
~"Bird Wings," by the great Muslim Poet, Rumi
Be like the sun for grace and mercy.
Be like the night to cover others'
faults.
Be like running water for generosity.
Be like death for rage and
anger.
Be like the Earth for modesty.
Appear as you are.
Be as you
appear.
~Rumi
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