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Masnavi III, 3766-69
Birdwings
Your grief for what you¹ve lost lifts a mirror
up to where you¹re bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
here¹s the joyful face you¹ve 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.
Version by Coleman Barks
"The Essential Rumi"
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