Looking southwest.
Geese in Naramata, early March.Birdwings
– Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)
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.
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1 comment:
wings!
i do love this one.
& that last picture is splendid. i have a similar photo of ravens in the yukon, glimpsed in the different stages of wing-flap.
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