This prompt was inspired by the January 5th excerpt, “Birdwings” from A Year with Rumi: Daily Readings. As with much of Rumi’s work, I was touched in many ways by this poem and was led to write a very brief piece around my life. “Birdwings” poem below:Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirrorup 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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