Monday, October 20, 2008


There are some of mine at Rock, Water and Light today.


Those words are from Judy the Cat, who stepped lightly across the keys.

And from Rumi, today's teacher:


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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