Time is the place where we place our dreams and forget that
our sense of timing is linear, and not open to the unexpected grace.
Even the June weather has busted all usual use of Spring into
Summer, and we moan and wonder when the clear skies will
stay with us for a while.
So, I’ve turned to the eternal timing of the poet Rumi, and offer this:
“B I R D W I N G S
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
(from “the Essential Rumi”, translations by
The courage to look at what’s so, again and again,
is the space and timing where you can find that all your
brave work is ‘miraculously ‘ producing results or breaks
totally beyond your imagined goal.
As in the flight of birdwings,
bringing change with ease and moving on.
with love …