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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.

~ Rumi

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I Need to Get This Off My ChestWeek 2, #12 - Biopsy Series, 2011©2011 driftgallery

I Need to Get This Off My Chest
Week 2, #12 - Biopsy Series, 2011
©2011 driftgallery