30 January 2006

Manic Monday

I'm tired, sore and grouchy. It should be an interesting day.


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.

Birdwings, Rumi (13th century Persian poet and Sufi mystic)
[Emphasis Added]

Thanks Rumi. You, like Cher, always know what to say.

blessings and godt morn!

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