Your grief for what youve lost holds a mirror <br />up to where you're bravely working. <br /> <br />Expecting the worst, you look and instead, <br />here's the joyful face youve been wanting to see. <br /> <br />Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. <br />If it were always a fist or always stretched open, <br />you would be paralyzed. <br /> <br />Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expand <br />the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated <br />as birdwings.<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-grief-2/
