Your hand opens and closes, and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
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 birds’ wings.
-Rumi
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